#pfft I know a guy who didn’t meet his kid until he was 5

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Learning about royal history is fun because it makes you go wow Dalinar is actually a very present parent in comparison

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Stray Kids SS: Argument PT. 1

SS for short scenarios. Stray Kids arguing with their significant others

requested? No. I just write whenever I feel like it.

genre: fluff, angst, romance, etc etc.

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Bang Chan

     You’re no bragger but you think you’re pretty reasonable most of the times. You understand your boyfriend is a busy person and his work came first and foremost. You’ve tried not to take it personally and he has made it pretty clear before you guys even got into this relationship that he wouldn’t be the best person with time management.

     Of course you took a gamble and compromised to form this bond with the one and only Christopher Bang. You had always put his feelings first whether that’s him choosing his friends, work, or music over you, you were definitely okay with that as long as he came back to you at the end of the day. Even the smallest texts nearing the end of the night like “Goodnight sweetie, hope you had a good day!” was enough for you. You weren’t asking for much. You don’t know how much lower you can set your standards because slowly and progressively, Chan was already failing to meet them.

     The most you guys have ever been apart was maybe two weeks and even then, Chan had always made sure to check on you through texts or phone calls. So when it was nearing a month, and he has rejected your invitation to do something for the second time in a month, you were left to feel less than pleasant whether you had set yourself up for failure or perhaps did you deserve more than what you had settled for.

       You couldn’t help but to be upset to some degree and even then you still doubted if your feelings were valid. You even felt guilty since you had promised him a long time ago you would be understanding. Were you wrong for just wanting a little bit of your boyfriend’s attention?

       So when Felix brought you his breakfast treats like he would every Sunday because the boy loves baking, he could tell in your eyes that your world was seeing more than blue. You weren’t your usual self who was always welcoming and greeted him with warmth. The tone in your voice and your body language imitated that of a walking dead and although you tried your hardest to put on a great appearance, Felix could see right through you.

       When he had asked you if you were alright, a sea of tears just came bursting through. Like a puddle that you had held inside for weeks finally being freed. You told Felix everything and everything. It was nice to have someone to talk to, for once in a long time. Felix had always been very understanding of you and was very much like a brother. He reassured you and you felt so much better after, that when he left, you even thought you might finally be able to get a good nap after some words of comforts.

       Your nap was shortly disrupted when a series of loud knocks were ringing through your door. It took you a few seconds to process everything because your brain was still trying to wake up along with you. Then a beep from your phone was heard. You turned to the left side where you had placed your phone and noticed long notifications of texts and missed calls from Chan. Oh lord. Well of course who could that be at the door then.

       Felix had only told Chan out of good intention, and honestly you weren’t even surprised. Not one thing said to one of those boys will stay in its origin. You crankily tossed your blanket aside and walked up to the door as you took a deep breath. You opened the door and it was just the one person you were expecting.

       Chan looked totally out of breath, as if he had been beaten by a stick over and over again, you can see the sweats tracing along the line of his forehead down to his cheeks and his hair has gotten messier than usual.

    “Chan--” You were cut when Chan just shoved himself inside your apartment.

    “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He looked at you dead in the eyes as he shut the front door.

    “Tell you what?” You weren’t acting naive but you just wanted to know what exactly Felix had told him.

    “What you told Felix. Why didn’t you tell me that? That you wanted to hang out with me, that you’ve been feeling sad and lonely?”

    “I did. I asked you twice if you wanted to go out or do something. You said no both times.” You defended yourself.

    “Why didn’t you say anything when you were not feeling good then?” A worrisome look overshadowed his angrier look earlier.

    “Pfft,” you scoffed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Really Chan? Do I need to feel less than okay, do I need to question if my boyfriend even wants to be with me, for you to actually worry now?” you challenged him full on.

    “What do you mean.” Chan wasn’t gullible, but sometimes when he gets too caught up on one thing, he misses another.

    “Why should it be my responsibility that you act like a reasonable boyfriend who cares about his girlfriend’s needs. I shouldn’t need to tell you when you should be doing your parts. You were on the line of almost ignoring me for a whole month, doing whatever you’re doing without caring for my well being, and the two times I ask to do something, I get pushed aside. And you’re here telling me I’m not trying harder?”

    “I already told you from the beginning, y/n, that I am not the best person to be in a relationship with. I lose track of times, get lost in my own thoughts. I apologize if I made you feel like I didn’t care about you. I do. Sometimes I just need time to myself, you know. And I try to do it without hurting your feelings but it’s hard. Because I care about you too.”

    “I know that you’ve warned me from the beginning. And I’m a fool. I can’t do it anymore, Chan. I’m not the girlfriend you want me to be. I thought I could do it because I love you so much... but it hurts to be away from you. I can’t do it, Chan. Sometimes I just miss you, and want to be with you, but I’m afraid I’m going to bother you because you’ve already set your boundaries. I’m sorry.” you started sobbing even thought you told yourself you weren’t going to cry. 

    Chan quickly pulled you into a hug as you ugly sob into his chest.

    “It’s going to be okay, y/n. We can get through this together. If you still love me, we can talk it through. You still love me, right?” he angled your frowning face up to his.

    “Of course,” you answer like music to his ear.

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Lee Know

    Before you ever accepted Minho’s confession, you’ve been told by nearly everyone around him that he would be a handful. And oh Jesus, you wish they had warned you better, because he wasn’t just a handful. Minho was a pain in the ass if he didn’t try. Even before you got together with him, he found pleasure in teasing and making fun of you whenever he got the chance to. 

    But besides the assholery moves Minho liked to pull, when he was just with you, he showed sides of himself that only you got to experience. That’s pretty much your answer whenever somebody ask you how did you guys even got into a relationship considering y��all were pretty much like fire and water. The person who everyone else found to be a living nightmare because you just don’t mess with him since he has such a way with his words, you’ll find yourself questioning your intelligence.

     Minho can either be the best person you’ll ever meet in your lifetime or as so he likes to claim, or he can be the person that makes your feet turn the other way whenever you hear his name. So you knew this weren’t going to turn out pretty when Minho was forced to be in a team with Hyunjin for game night and Hyunjin was losing every single point possible.

       At first, him and the rest tried to play it off light heartedly, but you can feel the room growing sour each time Hyunjin missed the hints and was unable to score a point for this game of Charades that was suggested by the super innovative Chan, who decided that Hyunjin and Minho in the same team was evolution.

       The others were having a blast poking fun at Hyunjin and Minho whose points were definitely not looking very nice until Minho out of a sudden, slapped the pile of papers onto the ground and said he’s had it.

    “I don’t want to be in a team with him! He sucks!” Minho pointed fingers at Hyunjin who obviously took it personal by the look of his face.

      The room silenced and everybody just stared until Chan spoke up, “Come on, just this once. You guys are never on the same team because you always want to change.” 

    “Yeah, because he sucks, can’t you see. Even a 5 year old kid would be able to score more points than him. We’re not even losing by a little. We’re unredeemable at this point,” Minho spit out without missing a single beat.

       Everybody was growing uncomfortable, especially Hyunjin who had done his best to stay positive the whole time.

    “Minho! Can you not. That’s incredibly rude. It’s just a game. Losing one night won’t kill you. How childish can you be.” You stared at your own boyfriend in disgust.

     “Really now, you’re going to argue with me against this?” It was like he really couldn’t believe you were not on his side.

    “So what if I am. You’re acting ridiculous and you deserve to know it.”

    “Guys! Please stop. Don’t argue because of me please. He’s right. I wasn’t very good. Don’t be angry at him because of me, y/n. I’ll be fine. I’m going to go outside to get some fresh air, I’ll feel better once I come back.” Hyunjin excused himself and left.

      You could only roll your eyes when Minho, being his stubborn self was refusing to go after Hyunjin and continued to stay in the same spot.

    “How selfish can one be.” You criticized him before you followed after Hyunjin.

     You had hoped Hyunjin didn’t think too much of it, knowing how Minho usually is. Being the sweetheart he is, he thanked you and told you not to worry. When you went back inside, the others notified you that Minho had already left and honestly, you could care less. He was being a d*ck and this time, you weren’t going to cave in. Only time would help kill that inflated ego of his. 

         About a week has passed and you still haven’t talked to Minho and vice versa. You knew that his diva ass would never give in, so you didn’t quite know why you were silently battling him when you’re pretty sure if you wanted to fix this, you’ll have to do it yourself. But you didn’t want to.

         You’ve had enough of Minho always getting what he wants, always having the last say in anything, and thinking that you’ll always bend backward for him. It’s kind of funny because Hyunjin had actually told you that Minho already apologized, so why are you guys still fighting? Pride. Now it’s just a fight of pride. And as much as Minho has it, you have a lot of it as well.

           It was the weekend, and usually you’ll spend your weekend with Minho doing whatever you guys usually do but since he wasn’t here anymore, you decided to just spend your day relaxing with a nice cup of tea watching Netflix. It was your day off work and you weren’t going to let this day go to waste.

           You gently set your tea down on the little table to your right, about to lay against the couch when the corner of your eyes caught your screen lit up with a text message. You sat back up and struggled for about a couple seconds trying to reach your phone that you had placed a little too far. 

           It was from Minho. You couldn’t believe it. Reading what he sent you just made it even more amusing.

        Stupid, are you going to apologize or not - Minho Lee

        Why should I apologize. What the hell? I didn’t do shit - Y/n

        Okay well I already said sorry to Hyunjin so I don’t know why you so pressed for. I didn’t do nun to you. I mean I know you kind of had a thing for him and all before we met but don’t take it out on me - Minho Lee

         This little shit, you thought.

         Bruh. I never liked him tf. I just think he’s very pretty. Prettier than me. And unlike someone, he actually has half a brain and some human decency - Y/n

           Okay we get it, you have a crush on Hyunjin - Minho Lee

           No, dumbass. The problem is you always going around saying, doing whatever you like without considering other people’s feelings. I know that’s your personality and all, but there’s a limit between what’s okay and what’s crossing the line, and whenever I try to tell you, you never listen. Always doing whatever you want. Hyunjin is one of your best friend and you hurt his feelings the other day and didn’t even feel bad about it until someone got in your face and told you you were being a d*ck. I love you, Minho. But I just wish you would listen sometimes and be open to I don’t know... improvements? - Y/n

           I’m sorry, I’ve just grew up this way so it’s hard to get out of a pattern. Sometimes I say things I don’t mean and sometimes I say things I do mean and then I don’t realize that my actions has caused harm to the other person, because I’ve just always been this way you know. Others have tried telling me before but I've always brushed it off because I am a stubborn person. But I care about you. You’re one of the very first person other than the members that I deeply care about. So if you’re telling me this out of love then I’ll take it into consideration. I know I should’ve been nicer to Hyunjin as well. Chan yelled at me for a while the other day, so please don’t yell at me too :( - Minho Lee

         Of course I care about you. Everything I do is out of love, dear. You’re one hell of a nuisance but I love you. I know you grew up this way and it is difficult getting out of a pattern, but take little steps. I’ll be here with you. and yeah, you totally deserved that from Chan. Jk I love you - Y/n

         You’re mean :( can I come over. We were supposed to go shopping today - Minho Lee

          Mhmmm. Let me think about it - Y/n

          Well you have 2 seconds, because I’m already outside your door - Minho Lee

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Changbin

    Changbin liked to brag about anything and everything, whether that’s how many confessions he got on Valentines, to how many people who wanted to be his partner when it came to a science project, or even the amount of girls that would hit on him daily.

    You never really minded because that was just how he is. And of course, mainly because you knew all those scenarios only existed in his head and was as real as flying fairies and pink unicorns. So when someone was actually blatantly hitting on him, Changbin wasn’t as knowledgeable as his bluffs claimed to be.

    Changbin was one of the best from his music class, so good that the professor made him the teacher’s assistant even when the semester was on going. He usually talk tales of how many students usually needs his help when it came to writing lyrics or composing as a beginner. Interesting enough, but nothing major as he’d like to phrase it.

    Then every time when you guys would usually meet at the end of classes to which you usually ask how his day went, he started talking about this girl who he’s currently assisting. At first it was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a student from his class who he’s helping because that’s his job. Even the first two or three days of his on-going blabbering about this student didn’t kick something in you until maybe the fourth time this week where this girl is always managing to squeeze herself into his schedule everyday. It shouldn’t have bothered you, but for some reason it did.

    Especially when he’d say alarming things like “Oh yeah and she also asked me if I wanted to get a drink after class but I told her I have plans.” or “She compliments me a lot and told me if I have time, she’d love to listen to my work.” 

    Maybe you’re overreacting and she’s just a really engaging and kind person. You felt bad at first for assuming such a thing about another human being, so you gave her the benefit of the doubt because you didn’t know your dumbass boyfriend would be this oblivious when someone is clearly trying to get inside his pant.

    So when you happened to walk past the school garden the following week and saw the both of them from your very clear sight, you were a little more than dumbfounded. This girl was not even trying to hide it at all. You didn’t know how Changbin was keeping his eyes to himself at this point. The outfit she was wearing was definitely very sexy and appealing. Changbin was still faced down, scribbling something on the music sheet trying to get the female to engage but she clearly had something else in mind.

    You could’ve sworn you saw her hand trailed alongside Changbin’s thigh and so you accidentally let out a shriek, but quickly hid behind the thick white pillar, grumpily dragging yourself back to class in anger after.

    After your final class of the day, Changbin waited for you at the bench near the entrance where you guys had always met up. He beamed with ecstasy once he saw you, but you quickly brushed past him and continued walking completely shunning his existence. His smile progressed into a frown once he realized that you were not in your usual mood.

    He ran in front of you and blocked any further movements.

    “Y/n, are you okay?” He asked with a concerning expression.

    You didn’t say anything and only continued scowling.

    “Come on. You know you can tell me anything,” He encouraged.

    You of course, continued to be silent for a few more seconds because you honestly couldn’t get anything out due to how enraged you were feeling on the inside.

    “You liar!”  you slapped his chest with literally no strength at all as your tears escaped at the same time.

    “Wait hold up, what did I lie about?” He was in complete confusion.

    “I saw it, Changbin. You and her at the garden. How could you let her make a move on you like that.”

    His face showed that it wasn’t really clicking with him until he thought more about it.

    “Who did I let make a move on me? Minji? I was only helping her, Y/n. Please don’t misunderstand. The class was getting really loud and we needed a quieter place, so I asked the instructor if it would be fine if me and her went somewhere else.”

    “So you just let her be all up on you like that? She was clearly hitting on you, Changbin. How do you not see it?” School was no place to be emotional, but here you were, bawling like a little baby at the entrance of the school as Changbin tries to comfort you. You guys definitely weren’t getting weird stares. Nope.

    “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you thought of it like that. Cause I didn’t. I just thought of her as another student that needed help. I’m sorry Y/n, if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t do it on purpose I swear, because in my mind, there’s no one else but you. I know I like to boast all the time but I only do it as a joke because you seem to like it. I would never in a million year think of hurting your feelings. Hundreds of other girls could give me attention or like me, but none of them matters if they’re not you. I only love you, Y/n.”

    His words made you immediately stopped sobbing as if your broken heart has been patched up.

    “R-really? You mean it?” You pout.

    “Of course, silly. I would never think about being with someone else but you. Never.” He leveled your face with his.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. Just seeing another girl being intimate with you kind of tugged something in me.” you awkwardly chuckled.

    “Aww. My baby was jealous. Not going to lie, you’re kind of cute when you’re upset,” He teased you.

    “Changbin!” you slapped his shoulder in retaliation.

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Hyunjin

    Between the both of you guys, Hyunjin had always been the one who had the upper hand in almost everything when it came to catching others attention. Anything ranging from looks, to talent, or even intelligence, you can admit he’s got it better than you do.

    Going out to public places, you quickly got used to getting stares from other girls or even old Aunties who would comment on how good looking your boyfriend was, and how lucky you were to have him. They weren’t wrong, you were of course very lucky to have someone like Hyunjin who was definitely way too good for you. You didn’t take it to heart very much that other girls have eyes for him the way you do, because he’s made it distinctly known that he only saw you. Jealousy in the relationship was a bigger problem for you than for him at the beginning, because compared to him, you were not as sought after.

    The whole duration of your guys relationship, he never had to deal with any actual threat or competition that he could possibly lose you, or that you would find someone else more intriguing than him because he was always accustomed to you having your whole attention toward him whenever he was in the room. So that was why when the opportunity finally present itself, he found himself developing a sort of ill feeling that he wasn’t familiar with. A feeling that left a bitter taste in his mouth, one that turned his vision red when he wasn’t a violent person in the first place.

    You had been talking about this friend all week, reminiscing the past to Hyunjin about all the crazy things you and this friend did back in the days. Hyunjin being the amazing boyfriend he usually is, was very supportive of course. You haven’t seen this friend in years ever since his family moved away to another city.

    He called you a few days ago to let you know he’ll be back in Seoul, visiting for a few days and wanted to catch up. How could you let this chance pass by. The person that was there for you when you had your darker days, the person that ran miles through the rain when you needed him, there’s no way you would say no.

    Hyunjin was more than happy to accompany you to the Mall although you did assure him he didn’t have to, as you didn’t want to bother him if he had plans, but he was persistent he wanted to meet your friend and get to know one another. Since he agreed to everything, you thought might as well introduce them to each other.

    But Hyunjin’s cheerful and optimistic aura rapidly changed into a stinging one when your friend ran up to you with a hug, and oh boy did your friend looked nothing like Hyunjin had drew in his head. In his head, he was a she. The person that was arms deep within your hug didn’t have long flowing hair, nor did he looked very feminine like he had pictured. He was growing some kind of hatred for this stranger that he barely even knew, and it was only solidified more when you would get so engaged in conversation with your friend, you would forget for a moment Hyunjin was even there. 

    The way you laughed at his jokes mirrored how you would exactly react to Hyunjin’s whenever he said something funny. He hated how your friend would sometimes pull you so close to him and you would just go along with it. Hyunjin literally felt invisible. This friend of yours managed to shrink you and Hyunjin’s year long relationship into what felt like you both only knew each other for weeks. Hyunjin could tell just by his body languages and actions that this friend knew you for years. And then he just felt like nothing. Hyunjin was nothing compared to this friend of yours, and he was mad at himself, mad at you, mad at him, mad at everything.

    He was so tangled up in his own train of thoughts that he hadn’t even realized you have been trying to call him.

    “Hyunjin!” you pinched his arm not too hard.

    “Oh I’m sorry, what.”

    “Do you want ice cream?” You asked him.

    “I’m good no thank you,” He answered completely uninterested.

    “But you love ice cream, Hyunjin. Are you sure?” you tried to get a confirmation just one last time.

    “Yes, I am sure.” He rolled his eyes as if he’s being pestered by an annoying bug. It wasn’t what he said but it was the way he said it. He was giving you attitude and you didn’t like it at all.

    “Okay geez, just a no would’ve done.” you frowned.

    Hyunjin has his days, but he’s usually self composed when it came to your friends. He had always been nice and pretty kind if someone was close to you since you were his girlfriend, but he was different today. He was hushed and soundless, not at all like the Hyunjin you knew.

    “What flavor would you like, Y/n?” Sanghyun, your friend asked.

    “Mhmm. Any flavor will do.”

    “I’ll get mint for the both of us then, if that’s fine with you.” Sanghyun looked for an answer in your eyes.

    “Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded.

    You were not too cool with the flavor but you haven’t seen your friend in a while and it wouldn’t hurt to just take it this one time, for him. It didn’t bother you too much that he might’ve forgotten. It’s been a while.

    Hyunjin was beyond confusion. For as long as he knew you, you hated mint. Absolutely refused to eat it whenever he took you out, and now all of a sudden you’re fine with it? For him?

    “But I thought you hate mint. So what? You suddenly like it now because he suggested it?” Hyunjin fired, as if he was ridiculing you.

    For a second you thought you forgot to clean your ears, because you refuse to acknowledge that Hyunjin was actually trying to cause a scene right now, in the mall, with your friend by your side, in front of all these people.

    “What’s up with you today, Hyunjin. Giving me an attitude when I asked a simple question and now this? If you have a problem, you can tell me. No need to make a scene,” you scolded him, utterly embarrassed by your boyfriend’s action.

    Sanghyun looked terrified down to his toes just glaring you guys down.

    “Fine, I’ll tell you what my problem is.” And without your consent, Hyunjin somehow managed to drag you all the way to the parking lot against your protest.

    “Let go, Hyunjin!” you threw his hold off of you.

    “What the hell is your problem? You made me look like an absolutely fool back there. How do you think Sanghyun feels now, seeing how much of an asshat my boyfriend is acting after all those stories I told him about how you’re the most kind and caring person ever,” you raised your voice, too irritated at this point to even care if anyone heard you.

    “Well, I probably wouldn’t be acting like this in the first place if you had made it clearer that your friend was a freaking guy.”

    “Really, Hyunjin. Is this what it’s about? That my friend is a guy? That’s it? I’m sorry but, if you’re going to act childish and jealous because you can’t handle me being friends with the opposite gender, then that’s your problem. Not mine. Besides, we don’t even like each other like that. He was one of my only friend back when I had nobody. He was there for me when no one else was. I don’t see anything else in him but the same guy back then who was like a best friend to me.”

    You had hope you knocked some sense into him. Your tone turning from furious to more serious.

    “I don’t care if he was your friend from back then or whatever. You have me now. I don’t like the way he looks at you, or act around you. I never act like that around any other females.”

    You were this close. This close to just straight punching him and running him over with his own car. The person you were talking to right now and yesterday was the difference between day and night. You think that might’ve been the shittiest thing Hyunjin has ever said since you’ve known him and you were denying it yourself that it came out of his mouth.

    “Oh go cry me a river, Hyunjin! When I was telling you the details of my past friendship before you even knew the gender, you were rooting for me, but now that you know it’s a guy you’re all of a sudden acting like a little bitch? Why does it matter whether it’s a guy or a girl?” You questioned his integrity, but most of all, you were just in disbelief.

    “Fine, whatever. Suit yourself.” He sarcastically threw his hands up in the air in defeat and drove away without final words from you. Unfuckingbelievable. He was like a little child throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get what he wanted.

    You didn’t want to leave Sanghyun hanging, but if you were to be frank, Hyunjin totally killed all the good vibes within you and left you with no motivation or energy to do anything else. You made way back to the ice cream court and simply apologized to Sanghyun on yours and Hyunjin’s behalf. He didn’t mind too much and only wished you luck on the relationship. It was a bummer that he was leaving tomorrow already and the only day he was free to spend it with you, your man child “boyfriend” had to go and ruin it all.

    When you entered the lonely atmosphere of your hollowed apartment, Hyunjin’s well being did crossed your mind because he was notorious for being quite stupid, always acting on his feelings whenever he was upset. You never had to worry too much before though because it was only on rare occasions where his head would be so far up his ass, but you knew this time was one of those occasion. But you were mad at him as well. Never in a million years could you picture him ever saying those nasty things.

    You settled down on the couch and eventually put your mind and body to rest. Today’s been a long day and you needed that nap more than anything. You had called Jeongin and Chan to notify them of what happened and to keep an eye out for Hyunjin in case, before closing your eyes and seeing black.

    When you were finally conscious enough, the only thing that made its existence clear, was the sound of traffic outside your window. You may have overslept just a tiny bit. Rubbing your eyes to get a better view of your surroundings, you felt a weight on you as you struggled to get up. Turning towards your left, you found Hyunjin completely knocked out and slouched against you with his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. Right, Hyunjin had a spare key to your apartment.

    He looked like an absolute angel that fell from heaven, almost as great as the day he conquered your heart. He was adorable and quite resembles a puppy when he’s not spurting all those hateful words. You needed to use the restroom bad so you made an effort to untangle him off of you but just as you were about to get up, a strong force wrapped you back down. 

    “Ahhh! I thought you were asleep.” you faced him with bulging eyes.

    “I was.” He calmly replied, his arms still around you.

    “Bummer. I like it when you’re peaceful and not so angry. You are cuter that way,” you purposely jabbed.

    “I’m sorry. I really am. I wasn’t thinking at the moment and just acted on emotions. I’m really sorry y/n. I was angry when I drove off but when I got home, I just kept thinking and thinking and the more I thought, the stupider I realize I was... please forgive me.” he pouted and rested his head on your shoulder.

    “Oh you big baby. Don’t try to bribe me with your cuteness now. You made Sanghyun scare of you and today was his only free day to catch up,” you scolded him as you pinched his cheeks.

    “I won’t ever do that again, I swear. I’ll be better next time. I was just... jealous when I saw another guy acting close to you. It makes me scare that I’m going to lose you. I know I was wrong. But I just want you to know I’m sorry.” He said it softly but also with shame.

    “Oh dear. There’s nobody else I love more than you. If anything, I should be the one scared to lose you.”

    “I only love you, y/n.” He looked into your eyes and did that little smile that always makes your heart weak. The one where his dimples would pop out.

    “I love you too, Hyunjin. Now let me go, I need to pee.”

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SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH HYUNJIN’S. anyways.

Part 2 for the remaining members coming soon

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Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.  

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again. 

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm. 

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son. 

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son. 

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court. 

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife. 

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents. 

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Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks. 

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them. 

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention. 

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance. 

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone. 

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink. 

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows. 

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.” 

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised. 

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman. 

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant. 

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner. 

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.” 

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again. 

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat. 

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.�� Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast. 

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him. 

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him. 

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them. 

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away. 

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow. 

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died. 

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching. 

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it. 

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives. 

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival. 

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow. 

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade. 

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder. 

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep. 

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground. 

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him. 

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was. 

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them. 

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger. 

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve. 

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.” 

“Yeah, she is.”  Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’. 

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow. 

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Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won. 

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic. 

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily. 

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant. 

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife. 

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat. 

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside. 

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight. 

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win. 

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him. 

He fell in love at the first sight. 

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes. 

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now. 

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured. 

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.” 

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.” 

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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PART 10 – Domestication

Yang blinks awake. She wonders why her pillow is so dense until she realizes that she's patting down Jaune's chest. Her hand is dangerously close to his waistband.

She wants to move but can't. Below her, her hands run through the threads of someone's dark red hair. Ruby wriggles at the touch. She'd come back a week earlier. In time for the dance but she'll be gone again when it's over.

It's like her baby sister is slipping out of her hands. She wants to scream and shout. To demand that Ozpin give her back… but he wasn't the one who could make that decision for her. Her dad had made it clear, Ruby is the only one who gets to choose, and she chose Ozpin.

She dreads to think on what Ruby's actually chosen. What she'd picked over everything else. Her friends, her family, her team, maybe even her dreams of being a huntress.

Yang bites her lip. Ruby isn't a huntress-in-training anymore either. She's licensed and fully-fledged. Has jobs and is on record as the youngest to join an academy and the youngest to graduate.

Peeling back her bangs, Yang spots the scar running along her forehead. It's deep and an ugly pinkish-red. Jaune asked where she got it. She'd gotten too close to a behemoth and got clipped trying to dodge its tusk. She'd killed it, somehow. She wouldn't tell how, just that she did. If she really tried, Yang could probably extract the story from her; global secrecy or no. But she can't. Won't.

Suddenly respecting her privacy feels like a vice on her lungs.

Ruby grabs Yang's hand suddenly. She's still and her breathing is rapidly pouring out of her, but then Ruby tugs the arm into her chest and nuzzles into it.

It's like they're eight and ten again, when Yang would spend the day working herself to exhaustion to make sure Ruby had a fulfilling day, only to collapse in her arms. Then and only then did Yang permit her little ten-year-old self to breathe, rest easy, then finally sleep. She recollects it like a blur of sweat and aches she was entirely too young to have, but now that they've passed, Yang can hardly remember what any of those pains felt like.

How differently could things have gone if she'd had a father and mother to tend to them instead. Maybe not long enough to mind Ruby themselves, but at least long enough to rub her hair and tell her she did good at the end of the day.

Calloused hands run through her hair. She looks up to see Jaune spying her out of one eye.

"You're getting that scary, thoughtful look on you again." Not quite the loving encouragement she'd expected, but close enough. "I'd warn against developing some early wrinkles but I can't help but feel they'd look good on you too."

She laughs. "You can't be serious. Were you checking out my mom?"

"Pfft! Sure. Let's go with that." She rolls her eyes. He ruffles her hair. "But in all seriousness, you can't blame a guy for admiring that kind of craftsmanship." His thumb runs slowly down her cheek. "They chiseled you out good. You have all their best parts."

She blushes but pushes the feeling down. "God, Jaune, were you checking out my dad too?" she teases but her eyes widen at his brief pause. "Oh my god."

He waves it off. "It's nothing like that. Despite looking like he could bench-press a truck, your dad still manages to look the least threatening when he's got some alcohol in him. I had thought that the day I'd meet my girlfriend's dad, I'd be most worried about being hated. Instead, I ended up worrying I'd just disappoint him. Like making him sad was worse than getting him angry."

"Yeah, Dad's got a wounded puppy look on him. I think it's why Zwei listens to him all the time. Like he even makes the dog feel responsible for keeping him happy."

"He's a dangerous man."

"I hope the title is hereditary."

"Ha! What was that you said on our first date? You could total a car, or something? I think that qualifies as dangerous."

"Hm… Is that a turn on or does that make you afraid? Both, maybe?"

"I think I'd qualify as crazy if it was both. Do you qualify as crazy if you're still into me after that?"

"We could be crazy together." Her fingers run circles over his abs. "I could live with that…"

Ruby curls up and covers her ears. "Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross!"

Yang ruffles her hair. "Good morning to you, too,"

"Sleep well?" Jaune asks.

"Too well…" Ruby grumbles. "I don't think I could go back to pillows ever again. Maybe I'll sleep on Zwei or something… No, that doesn't feel right…"

Yang pulls her head up, inching enough along Jaune's chest to rest her head up against his chin. "I think it's the company. Missed your big sister that much, huh?"

Ruby's nose scrunches. "Yeah, I do." She crawls into them and snuggles in. She takes Jaune's hand and tugs on Yang's till they're hugging her now. "I'll miss you all so much when I'm gone…"

The way she words that digs a pit in Yang's chest. She squeezes her a little tighter. Her chest feels hollow for a little longer.

Ruby pulls out and Yang lets her go, but she jerks back a bit cause Jaune hasn't let go. "Sorry…" Jaune says. He looks like he wants to hold on.

"Don't be." The softness of her hands press warmly over his, and her smile shares its qualities. "I'd miss me too." She means it like a joke but it stops showing on her eyes and a frown worms its way into her cheeks. "I have to go get ready."

She glances over to the rest of the bed. Only Blake is there, her back turned to them. "Pyrrha's probably waiting for me downstairs. I'll see you two tonight, alright?" When she's pulling fresh clothes out of her travel bag, she calls out, "If Blake gets up, tell her we'll see her on the bullheads and grab a bite in Vale if she's late!"

JNPR's bathroom door shuts behind her. The door feels tiny from where they are, on the opposite side of a giant bed in the RWBY dorm room. Its distance echoes with the thrum of the muffled shower.

Jaune pulls Yang up and against him. "Sorry about this. I know you were looking forward to going with me."

"You shouldn't have to feel sorry for giving my sister a good time," she says. He can tell that she means it. "She's going to miss you too, and this might be her last chance to feel like a normal girl for a change. Besides, it's only sophomore year. We'll still have plenty of school dances to go to."

"I guess… Save me a dance?"

"I think I'll need a little more than one."

The distant pattering of the shower is notable when it stops in the quiet of the twin rooms. Jaune eyes Blake and realizes that her bow is on. "Didn't Blake stop wearing that?"

Yang shifts over his stomach and realizes how broad her outline is. "I don't think that's her."

They share a look before poking her in the head.

Ren groans and swats his hand away. He wiggles out and takes off the wig he's wearing, scratching his head.

They snort. "That's a good look for you," they say, realize they've said it at the same time, and high-five.

He groans again. "That's never not going to be weird."

"Not as weird as you in a wig," Jaune says.

Yang notices he's in Blake's pajama top too, sagging off his shoulder since it's so much smaller. "…Or in her nighties."

"It's called a jinbei." Ren shakes his head. "Before you ask, I lost a bet."

Jaune shrugs. "We figured. Not like we expected you to wear that for fun or anything."

He pulls on the delicate fabric. "Aside from the wig, it's very comfortable."

"Oh, I'll bet."

Ren rubs his eyes. "Jaune…"

He throws his hands up. "I'm kidding! … Not really. You want one in your size?"

"…Yes." He blushes which is weird cause Ren doesn't blush. But he does and it's adorable. They snap a picture. He can only summon the energy to scowl for a breath's length. "I should get going too."

"Why are you up so late anyhow?"

He blushes and he doesn't bother answering. They don't need one anyway.

-0-

The echoed bass of this year's dance bounces off the walls of the hallway just outside of reception.

Yang hasn't been on a dance floor in months and now the sounds feel alien. She used to attribute clubbing as a part of her, even as a freshman who could pass for eighteen. Breaking it down, it's clear that she only went out there to have fun. And she's been having a lot of fun elsewhere this year.

"I don't really wanna go in there," Oscar says beside her as they make their way to reception. They're both wearing green, to match hues with her eyes and to contrast his. "I'm starting to get dizzy on just the sounds of it."

"You get used to it," she says. "It's mostly just sensory overload. Just let it sink in and you'll hardly even register the music. It's meant to be white noise anyway so no one has to talk in silence."

"So it's, what, a social tool? Like a distraction?"

"Most of partying is. For all the awkward folks, it means they can hide behind something else while they get their wings. For the rest of us, the ones who've got it down, it lets us keep going. Longer than the night sometimes."

"I never thought of it that way."

She pats him on the shoulder. Even in flats, she's so much taller than him. "Try not internalize it too hard. It's easier when you're letting a conversation happen instead of trying to force any advice you hear into it."

"And if I end up in awkward silence with someone?"

"Then maybe you aren't talking to the right people. Take Ruby for instance." She points ahead of them, at Jaune and Ruby dressed in red together. They're talking and laughing. "You ever have a conversation just stop when you talk to her?"

"Yeah."

"Then she isn't the right people." She catches Ruby's glare but she goes back to Jaune pretty quickly.

"Uh… Oh! You're joking!" Oscar exclaims.

"Whoa! Hey! Don't take me seriously all the time. Half of me is comedy."

"It's often bad!" Jaune calls back.

"Shut up!" Yang giggles. "I have the worst boyfriend," she whispers loudly. Jaune pretends to be wounded by it.

"So…" Oscar rolls his hands. "I'm getting mixed signals here. Is it okay to have awkward silence?"

"Yeah! I mean… I guess had a bad example. It's okay if a conversation stops, but not when it drops."

He squints. "I feel like you're deliberately confusing me."

"I'm just not the most articulate person. Not like I learned to be social on a quotable handbook or anything. So when you talk to someone on something you're interested in, like, say, coffee –"

"-Or milk."

"Or milk. Yeah, let's got with that. Say you like skim milk – you monster –" he laughs cause he does, "then you know you've found someone you can talk to if they don't try to derail the conversation once they find out."

"Cause I brought up skim milk?"

"Cause they're still interested in talking even after you mention it. Someone you can talk to might agree and keep at it, or disagree but wants to hear your side of why you like it so much. Someone you can't talk to will try to change the topic after finding out what you like or not about something."

"I thought it was all about finding things in common."

"I think it's just as interesting if you don't. I hate Seven Rapids cause they're all noise and not even music to me, but that's precisely why Jaune loves them. Jaune and his sister used to be afraid of thunder, so when a storm hit their hometown, it was the only band they could listen to on the same pair of earphones without having to block out the other ear with something."

"That doesn't sound like he particularly likes it either."

"But it's a story I wouldn't have heard otherwise if I switched gears! Now we know each other a little better."

The bass thumps in their ears after they sign on in the registry and come through the doors. Blake is already dancing with Penny, Sun and Pyrrha are expectedly missing, and Nora is a having a subdued moment with Ren by the punch bowl.

"Ruby?" They're instantly stopped by Cardin Winchester of all things. His date, Velvet, trails behind him and crashes into Ruby first.

"You're back!" Velvet cheers. "For how long?"

"Not very," she says sheepishly.

"That big a deal, huh?" Cardin guesses. He continues before she can get uncomfortable. "We missed you at Leadership. Jaune cried."

Jaune rolls his eyes and lets it be… For an entire second. He punches Cardin in the arm and they laugh.

"I missed you guys too. Even the class. Ugh! Can you believe I miss waking up early for class?"

"I miss that feeling too," Velvet agrees. "When you're Juniors and Seniors, you lose half your classes and you're not even expected to attend most of your sessions. We're usually out on the field taking low threat missions. Even a noisy classroom is quieter than the woods."

Ruby rubs the back of her head. "I kind of know what that's like now, actually."

Jaune and Yang trade looks. Oscar tries not to look them in the eyes.

"We should get going," Cardin says, reading the room. "We'll catch up later." Velvet takes him by the arm and waves off.

Ruby, like Oscar, doesn't look them in the eyes either.

"It's okay!" Yang says soothingly, her a voice a titter with a laugh. "We won't pry. Just happy you're here."

"C'mon," Jaune says, taking Ruby's hand, "let's see how well Oscar taught you how to dance."

Ruby slaps a hand to her lips, trying feebly to hide her blush. "The punch bowl first, please. If it's spiked, I can pretend to be good at anything."

"Not a chance," Jaune teases. He kisses Yang on the cheek before leaving her with Oscar.

"He really is the worst," Oscar says, sarcasm bleeding off his cheek. "He's so sickeningly sweet. Wanna trade dates? I'd take him."

Yang slaps him on the back. "Ha! That's the spirit. I can see you're getting more comfortable."

Oscar shrugs. "I think you're just easy to talk to. We should go, too. I'm starving."

-0-

Ruby might have been right about the punch. Nora is loud and all over the place, but Oscar remembers a few stories about her and asks, "Is this how she normally is?"

Ren laughs, it's quiet and patient. He sounds older than he looks. "I don't think she qualifies for normal."

Nora crashes into a few people he doesn't recognize but they laugh and stand her up. They're all friends here. Or maybe Nora just has that effect on people.

"Here." Ren is standing in front of him with a plate of sushi, a black dip of some sort, and what looks like green clay. "Try one of these."

"You ever have these in Mistral?" Yang asks.

"Only the cities. Funny how my first time with it will be in Vale of all places."

Ren demonstrates with chopsticks, expertly grabbing the rolled sushi, dipping, then grabbing a dab of the clay before inserting it into his mouth. "Now you try."

Oscar takes a fork, stabs the sushi, dips it, end curves the fork's teeth into the clay-like thing, and shoves it in his mouth. He can only register Ren's panic when it's already too late.

"You took too much wasabi," he breathes.

Yang is already grabbing a cup from the punch bowl. Oscar's mouth explodes in heat. Then the rest of the night is a blur.

-0-

Ruby was right. Someone did spike the punch.

By now it's too late and they devolve into a flurry of laughter and dancing. No one seems to care that there's suddenly alcohol present, but a cursory glance reveals that the staff isn't even present. Coco does mention seeing Ozpin and Glynda alone in the plaza, and much of the staff was huddling in the dark trying to eavesdrop on them. Seems mischief is ageless.

Jaune and Yang don't dance. Ruby is too important for them to let the night be about them, so they dance with her instead. She's at least thankful that Jaune chose to lead her in a slow dance. She doesn't think she can keep up with him otherwise. Yang, on the other hand, is an expert on matching her pace. She's her big sister after all.

Oscar doesn't get to dance with her either but he's fine with that. What he isn't fine with is being completely hammered by one watered-down drink. Yang thinks its funny how similar he is to Jaune but the similarities end there. He gets swung around by Nora on the dance floor and the alcohol doesn't help.

Remembering this night mostly comes out as a thousand flashes. Their scrolls roll the whole night, and the photos flood the memory banks like they'll struggle to remember this night when it's over. Which doesn't happen because the alcohol doesn't make them drunk. Unlike Oscar, all the alcohol just serves as an excuse for everyone else to let loose.

Joan shows up in a dress and everyone has flashbacks of first year. Ruby jokes loudly about Jaune filling the dress out real well this time and most people momentarily forget that Jaune has a twin sister.

Somewhere down the line, they pour out of the dance and sing off-key in the garden, count stars in the courtyard, and then they're out on the roof where half their class has turned up for a grill off.

Jaune and Nora get so into it that they're scared out of themselves when Cardin shows up in an apron and a grill of his own. Yang remarks that Weiss would have loved the smell.

Oscar kisses Penny and Ruby doesn't know what to do with that. Yang lets her figure it out cause she's growing up and she can ask her whenever she's ready.

Nora's corsage gets caught in the wind somehow and Ruby jumps into action. She weaves through the crowd in a stream of red and rose petals. She's over the railing and she shows no fear as she leaps off the edge and curls over the shattered moon with the pink flower in her hands. Her smile is stunning, her confidence brimming off her cheeks.

Jaune and Yang hold hands at the sight. She's a burst of beauty that steals hearts.

There's a cheer when she effortlessly blurs back and falls into the crowd. She doesn't think what she does is anything special, but it is. She is. And everyone knows it.

And just when their spirits are highest, it rains.

Ruby doesn't leave the roof when it does. Her friends stay with her, Jaune and Yang especially. The look in her eyes tells them that she's barely holding something back.

They stand with her, letting the chipped pieces of them fall apart together so Ruby doesn't feel like she's alone. She tells them she's afraid. They tell her they are too. But fear doesn't get to take residence, it doesn't get to loiter and sink into the upholstery. They'll kick and scream until it's gone cause they never go down without a fight.

It sounds like they're all struggling blindly, but Yang tells her that defiance is only the first step. And that also makes it the most important.

In a moment of solidarity, Ruby screams at the top of her lungs as the rain hides her tears and her friends drown out her pain with defiant roars of their own.

And in the next she's on a bullhead, barely out of her dress, and she disappears in a sea of stars.

-0-

It's the weekend again, and Yang convinces Jaune to come to the apartment for the day. Walking back into it feels like a lifetime has passed him by. There's a layer of dust on everything and he resists the urge to wipe it all down. He can't spend the one day they're here this month cleaning. Maybe next month when he's got the lien to cover his half of the rent.

No, that's an excuse. He could just as easily ask for an advance on his allowance or pick up an extra mission to cover the gap. He wanted to push them both to stay in the dorm, but when Yang pushes passed him with a box full of last night's freshly developed photos, he can see the forced curl of her cheek that's just a little too wide.

Ruby's been again for a week. She might not come back. Yang needs a breather to reconcile with that.

She plops the box down on the coffee table as Jaune sorts out their dinner across the room in the kitchenette.

"Anything good?" he asks.

She waves a photo in the air. "You in a dress!"

"Ha, well… Wait, no, I didn't do that this year! That's Joan!"

"Pfft! Not when I post it and tag you. I expect continued confusion from the campus."

"Yang…"

"C'mon, it's funny!"

He tosses an orange in a basket and reminds himself to eat it later. It's not gonna stay ripe if they leave it behind. In his head, it suddenly sounds like a shitty metaphor. "You're allowed to be sad about Ruby leaving, y'know?"

She chuckles and whips back to him. "So are you."

He doesn't know how to answer that. He spent a lot of that night dreading her leaving but he hadn't expected her to up and go before midnight even hit. It's still jarring, unreal even. Like he could walk back onto campus and bump into her, cause that night was a blur and he might have just dreamt it ending the way it did.

A hip bumps into his, and he drops the pork chops back onto the counter. Yang doesn't look sorry but she hides her face in his chest and he lets her hold onto him.

"It feels like I'm still halfway down a landslide. With my parents and uncle are off to god-knows-where, and Weiss and Neptune fighting for the soul of her company, it felt inevitable that Ruby would just… follow after. And it's a little scary, y'know? I don't know when all of this stops. I don't know if I'm gonna keep losing people." She doesn't cry, but her chest feels tight. "It's like I'm either waiting to see who's next or if I'm gonna crash when I hit the bottom…"

She'd been putting up a strong front, but her bravado feels like it's slipping, and she already feels like it's going to break her. Finding JNPR had stemmed the tide. She even thought she might stop slipping altogether but then Ruby comes and just goes into the night…

Jaune's pulls out his scroll and she can hear him clicking. She only then realizes that his other hand is squeezing carefully on her waist.

"What are you doing?"

"Finding people."

"What? Who?"

He brings the scroll close to his face. There's a call and it goes through almost immediately. It's a voice she doesn't recognize but she can guess who it is. She's already familiar with the stories about her.

"Hey, runt!" comes a woman's voice. "Caught me at a good time. Coral's burning the eggs again and she could use a few pointers from her big brother." Yang can practically feel her wink.

"It's nice to see you too, Sable. You're the eldest in the house now, don't you know how to cook it?"

There's a snort on the other end of the line. "Please. Wouldn't know my way around the kitchen unless I crashed a car into it. And even then I'd only familiarize myself with the quickest exit."

Jaune groans. "You can't keep getting take-out and engorging everything your pit crew gets you. One of these days you're gonna regret never learning from mom. At least Coral's trying."

"Well, Coral doesn't have a job."

"Hey, I totally have a job!" a muffled voice shouts.

"And besides, the track keeps me busy."

Yang mumbles into Jaune's chest. "That sounds like an excuse to me…"

Jaune laughs.

"Jaune… who was that?"

"She's the reason why I called you in the first place." He's already propping his scroll up against a bundle of uneven loaf.

"Ooh! Do we finally get to meet this elusive girlfriend of yours?"

Yang sucks in a breath. It feels like she's stepped into a different space altogether and she's nervous now for very different reasons.

"Girls, this is Yang."

"Hi there." Yang hopes she doesn't sound awkward.

On the screen is a set of huddled blondes all crashing to get a view through the screen. In the middle is the cheeky one she guesses is Sable. Unlike her sisters, her hair is red fading into blonde tied in a braid over her shoulder. "Hey yourself. I'm Sable. I heard you're good with bikes. We should talk. Grease monkey to grease monkey."

Another blonde in a bob cut and glasses pushes into her cheek. "God… hi. You're so pretty. Are you sure you're a huntress? Jaune, please don't let this be a prank." She seems all over the place.

"That's Coral," Jaune supplies. "Don't mind her. She'll make proper sentences when she starts calming down."

A dark-skinned girl with dirty blonde hair is pushed into view. Yang remembers Jaune mentioning having an adopted sister with dirty blonde hair. The dark hues accent her and it's all the more stunning when some of the white strands she has makes it clear that all that hair natural. "Ahem, I'm Dahlia," she says with the tiniest smile. She looks fourteen but she doesn't sound it.

She tilts her head to the side revealing another fourteen-year-old hiding behind her. "And this is Liona."

"Uhm!" Liona nearly screams, "H-hi!"

"Is she alright?" Yang asks.

Sable waves it off. "Oh, it's nothing really. She's just -"

"See?!" Liona points at the screen, looking at the other girls. "It's another blonde! The curse is real!" And she's gone.

Dahlia sighs and gets up. "I'll go after her. It was nice meeting you, Yang."

"She's polite."

Sable shrugs. "Grew up in a strict house. We're still trying to shake it out of her but enough about that, why don't you tell us how you got all that hair to behave? Mine spazzes out if I don't tie it down and there's only so many ways to tie long hair before I have to cut it down."

Yang starts going on about products she uses and Jaune slowly starts slipping away. There's an excitement brimming off her cheeks, a confidence to bury any embarrassment she might have had. It's like she's not even here anymore. She's in Clove with his sisters.

He feels a tightness on his wrist. Yang gives him a dangerous look. "Oh, no way, buster. You're staying here so I don't collapse in on myself." She tugs him in and wraps an arm around his.

They're shocked when another voice comes in. "We'll aren't you two cute," says Helia, Jaune's mom as she peeks over Sable's shoulder.

The afternoon is a blur of conversation. Bikes and Cars are both similar and different enough that Yang and Sable get along quick with always something interesting to add.

Coral has a distinct fascination with Yang's hair and has non-stop questions. It's got loose strands and is the furthest thing from perfectly straight but Yang makes it work somehow and Coral has an intense need to know how. Jaune just calls it Xiao Long magic.

Liona and Dahlia, despite being respectively excitable and largely subdued, ask Jaune and Yang both about being huntsmen. Yang catches the way Dahlia's eyes go a little wide at the excitement and terror of their stories, and Jaune never fails to point out every time Liona chews her lip like she can't decide if being a huntress is for her. He lets her sort it out until she's ready to talk about it.

The only sister Yang hasn't met yet is Cori, the second eldest, and that's cause she's in Atlas. Jaune notes that she's keeping an eye on Weiss and Neptune for them. They stop the conversation when Sable tells her that they're really allowed to talk about it.

Helia – she still insists on Aunt Hess but Yang's still getting the hang of it – reminds them that they promised to have dinner with her and her husband.

And when it's all over and they wave their goodbyes, Yang's eyes are as bright as she remembers. "I wanna meet them," she says when they're on the couch.

"This summer then. I was planning on coming home. Sable might have to run a summer circuit for her sponsors but she'll still catch us. And Cori will be there for a week. We can even get Saph to come join us."

"Yes. That. Please?"

He pulls his scroll off the coffee table. "Alright, alright. Calm down. It's happening. Let me just drop Cori a line so we can figure out when it's best."

She hugs him. "Thank you," she whispers.

"For what? I only called up my sister."

"For this. Them. All of it. I really needed to get out of my own headspace."

"Back to Remnant?"

"Not quite. It still hurts. Just a little. I can't shake the feeling."

He gently pushes her away, grabs her waist, and thumbs her cheek. "Maybe a classic distraction will suffice."

She giggles. Her cheeks are warming up. "I missed this. Just you and me."

They press their lips together. She pulls him down with her against the armrest of the couch.

While he's holding her steady by the waist, her own hands can't seem to settle anywhere. One minute she's clutching the back of his head grabbing a fistful of hair, the next she's tugging on his shirt and stretching the fabric. Now she's on his neck, pulling him in.

He loves the way she tastes. Practically devours her lips until he coaxes her into his biting his.

He gasps and that hungry look in her eyes tells him that wants him to sing for her. His eyes are dangerous in response, pulling away only to bury his face in her neck. She shuts her eyes and expects him to bite, to mark her like they do every time, but he's suckling and her skin feels like it's getting more sensitive.

"Ah…!" She bites her lip. She wants him to keep going but she also wants him to do more. Her fingers curl into the back of his neck. Arching her back to the sensations bursting from his ministrations, she hisses before whispering, "bite me."

She can feel the way hot breath pouring out of his nostrils as she says that. You're a dangerous woman, he'd all but said. And with the look he gives her in the periphery, she can't help but feel him saying it with his eyes. He bites down and her back arcs again. Its soft and he's suckling at the same time. She wonders how that would feel on other parts of her body.

When she's curling into him, she gasps as her limbs act without her consent. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and her legs bend and clasp around his waist. She's already off the sofa and hanging off of him entirely.

"Yang…" he breathes. They pull back enough for her to see the manic look in his eyes. There's nothing coy about it. It's just hunger. Need. And after everything they've been through, she knows she wants it too.

He's looking down at her as he settles his breathing and lays her back on the couch. She doesn't let go, only now his weight is on her. As meek as she looks, he has to tell himself that she can take it, but the innuendo sparks dangerous images in his mind. It doesn't help that she's a hot, sweating mess.

She feels him pull a tent in his pants. It's nothing new. She'd even teased him about it now, but it's not out of place here.

Daring herself to look at it, she spies it in the space between their legs. It feels taboo to even bear witness, but in her half-hearted attempt to look away, she instead finds the tear in his shirt just at the collar. She doesn't know if she caused it, somewhere in all the tugging and moaning, it must have happened. In the afternoon sun, it's a clear sight line from his chest to his stomach. Sweat trails down there too and it drives her wild to follow it down.

His hand settles experimentally on her belly.

She looks up at him. His askance stare and bated breath do not need words. She nods.

It trails carefully downwards, delicate even at the shallow scratch of his nails. It feels like he's uncoiling tension bundled in her abs, and every line is a full, happy sigh sung from her lips.

He can't stop staring at his hand as it seems to go on forever over the valley of her stomach. A hand is on his cheek. He meets her eyes and she seems to dare him not to look away from her. Her other hand wraps around his wrist and guides it till snags at the hem of her shorts.

His breathing betrays him. It's practically telegraphing the tremors dancing in his chest. He doesn't want to scare her. The way she jumped back the first time they got this close still sends the wrong kind of shiver down his arm like he might burn her if he tried.

But she isn't afraid. Her eyes are half lidded, her breath staccatos but its even. Her hand tugs at his wrist again.

He undoes the button.

She gasps.

His finger traces the zipper.

She bites her lip.

A hint of panic settles in cause he needs to see what he's doing but he can't look away from her. She has no trouble staring at him herself. It's like she's in a trance and all she's interested in watching is him. So he swallows his fears and kisses her again. Her lips are welcoming but her tongue is a tidal wave that swallows him whole.

It emboldens him. Lets his fingers push passed the zipper and straight over the thin bit of cloth behind it. The fabric is like his own. Nothing special. Plain and normal, and makes him laugh against her lips and she laughs with him.

Her hand pulls his wrist over her crotch. His fingers graze the unshaven hairs down there. Then she lets go of his hand and trusts that he'll figure out the rest.

He does.

His hand is so much larger than her own. That's what she first thinks when his digits span over her southern hairs and inch its way down. He has to pull his chest away from hers to get an angle that doesn't twist his wrist, but she doesn't stop moaning into his mouth.

A heated line draws sidewards from his hands, like her legs are tugging closed along the path his hand into her mound. She welcomes it. There's no alarm bells in her head. She wants to bring him there and trap him

She's okay with this.

And when his fingers smooth over her entrance and finds exactly where to make first contact, her heart's already ramming into the walls of her chest. She wants it. A bite of his lip. Bodies press firmly together. She's already trapped him down there.

She wants it. She wants it. She wants it!

Yang pulls away. He's shocked out of her nethers. His fingers are still wet.

"Yang… I'm – I'm sorry, I –"

She closes into him and shoves his damp hand into his mouth. "How do I taste?" she asks, voice hot on his neck. Inside, she's screaming because it would have been sexier to taste it herself. Then again, she isn't sure she wants that.

"Like you," he breathes against the back of her neck.

She laughs. "What's a girl supposed to take away from that?"

"Because like everything else about you, it makes me want more."

The hammering in her chest has evened out. "I want this. You. All of it."

"Then what happened?"

"Nothing. I'm not scared. I don't even know why I was in the first place anymore."

"Is that what happened? Did it bother you? Not knowing why?"

She doesn't need to answer. Instead she pulls away, kisses his lips, and tells him, "The Aries."

"My car?"

"Yes. Could you go and get the installment cleared and… maybe grab us dinner? Please?" She doesn't want to have to say that she needs a bit more time to figure this out, but he's already kissed her and is at the door.

"Later?" he asks.

She nods, a giddiness worming its way into her cheeks. "Later. I'll be ready when you come home."

He loves that look on her. He'd kiss her again if he didn't have to go.

-0-

Blake gets a call from Yang. She has to pull away from Ren and Nora on the beanbag. She's barely dressed as it is (Nora's slovenly habits are starting to rub off on her) and she isn't sure she's ready to answer any questions Yang might have about what's going on between them.

"Yang?"

"Blake! Uh… did you just get out of bed?"

She glances at her roommates. Nora's waggling her brows and Ren has that tiny smile of his that is somehow far more embarrassing. "Something like that. What about you? Do I even need to ask about the fresh hickey?"

Yang is silent for a moment. "I almost had sex with Jaune."

Her eyes widen hysterically. "Almost? What happened?"

"I needed to sort some things out." Her eyes narrow. "Look, we're gonna meet again in an hour or two, but before then, I need to bounce the last few months with my best friend."

Blakes gives her a good-natured sigh. "Fine," she says with a smile she can't stop, "give me the whole story."

"It all started on the day I was born."

"Yang!"

"I'm… I'm only half joking."

-0-

It's sundown when he gets home. He half expects scented candles, ambient music, thick makeup, and lingerie. But there's none of that. She isn't even in the living room.

"Yang?" he calls out.

His scroll pings.

"Take a shower in the guest room and come meet me in your room, please?" It reads. He takes off his jacket and pulls off his shirt when his scroll pings again. "If you love me, you'll come in only towel. So please love me."

He sprints into the shower.

Minutes later he's mostly dry and standing in his own living room, staring at his bedroom door like it'll fall on him if he even dares to come in to see his probably barely dressed girlfriend.

He knocks.

A moment of silence, but it is quiet enough to hear her take a healthy breath before she gives him a nervous "I'm ready!"

He expects a mountain of nerves. Maybe even another try at the lingerie with a bit of snide confidence beneath a toothy grin. But when he opens the door, he finds a gentle smile sitting up in an igloo of blankets. There's no put-upon anything here. She's not trying to be enticing, or trying to get a rise out of him,

He can only call that look honest.

"Are you cold?" he asks.

The question shocks her into laughter. Cause he's fresh out of the shower and she's been cozy in these sheets for the better part of an hour now. "No, no, I'm plenty warm."

"Could be warmer," he says. He doesn't intend to flirt but it's already out of his mouth and she's matching the nervous, embarrassed smile on his cheeks.

"Maybe. Why don't you come here and find out?"

With the towel wrapped firmly around his waist, he locks the door behind him and crawls onto the bed. He doesn't get any closer though.

Now that he's up close, he can see the silhouette of her bare legs just between the sheets. One of her hands comes out to pull both sides of the sheet together while the other comes to reach for him.

He takes her hand, bare knees touching.

"Hey," he says. And it's goofy, and so like him that it blossoms something in her chest.

"Hey, yourself." She calms her own nerves again and he loves the way the shape of her straightens like she's conquered something again.

He's staring and he knows it but the moonlight is sinking in through the gaps in the blinds and he swears her hair can put gold to shame.

"I've figured out why I was so afraid before," she says.

"Of getting intimate?"

"Yeah…" Her hands are sweating. Her gaze is locked to their hands. "I've already shown you so much of me. I've carved out my deepest fears and fed them to you like I was trying to stuff you full. Cause I didn't like having them in me. Like mom, and us, and Vytal, and now my team… When I'm with you, I already feel exposed. And I'm okay with that. I'm okay with showing you all these sides of me but…"

She looks up at him, and their eyes meet. "I still have secrets." She says it like an apology. "But I'm not about to share my every thought but I find myself speaking my mind around you all the time anyway. I've been open but it's like I can't hide anything from you." She inches closer and her hand on the blankets tightens. "And this? Us? It's like I'm showing you all that's left. I'm no prude. I don't mind showing you a little skin."

He laughs. She doesn't wear much to bed. Not that he does either. "You never really seemed concerned about it, yeah."

"Yeah, but… doing this means I'm giving you something I can't take back or keep for myself. What I'll say or do when we do it will be new secrets and they'll be yours and… I was afraid of that."

Was, she said. He focuses on that.

His fingers run over her knuckles. She fixates on the way his hands are trying to hold her without getting any closer.

"What changed?" he asks.

"You… you showed me that you were just as scared." She remembers the way he was breathing only hours ago, staring down at her like he was scared of hurting her if he kept giving in to what she was offering. "It was like a hundred little things. Adrian, Terra, wanting to ruin your hair like an idiot for me…"

He scratches the back of his head. "I thought I was keeping a brave face on that one."

"Please. I love you but there's no way you were going to be comfortable looking an idiot again no matter how much you say it wasn't going to bother you." She sighs. "It's funny how that made me love you more."

Her smile falls away. "When I was younger, I was used to affection. It was like I had a mom and two dads. They'd dote on me and sing my praises like I could be nothing but spectacular. I couldn't go a day without being smothered by someone's love… Then… Then I lose Summer and dad shuts down. Qrow would try to be there for us and did everything he could while he was around but he always had to go to work. And I kept thinking if I was feeling like this, how did Ruby feel? How much did she feel that she was missing out on? So, I smother her with enough love to make up for everyone else, but every time I did, I was reminded of how much I missing for myself."

"And then we happened and it's not all the making out, or the cuddling, or the hickeys. I was afraid I'd have to give up this apartment cause I was overstaying my welcome, but then you smile at me and… Jaune, do you remember what you said to me that day?"

He's been flush this entire time. "I, uh, no, I don't."

"You told me it was already decided. Like I belonged here and that I never needed to work for it even if I tried my hardest to prove that I did. I didn't need to earn a place here. We were friends and you thought that was already enough."

He squeezes her hand. "It goes both ways, y'know?"

She squeezes back. "Tell me."

"I hated this apartment. When I first got it I thought I'd just bought myself a hole I could hide in while I drown myself." He eyes the walls, and even in the dark he knows where he'd had to plaster over cracks he'd punched into. "And it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go so I couldn't leave. I thought I'd maybe show up at the clubs and find someone else to warm my sheets, but even when I got propositioned, I couldn't dare to drag anyone else into what I'd put myself through."

"Then you showed up and I forgot what those nights even really felt like. It was just you, tearing every sordid, manic page out of my book and putting yourself there instead. It isn't just Terra you replaced it was… everything else. No more cold nights, broken sinks, or empty bottles. Even when things are quiet in the morning, it was nice to remember someone else was there that I had to wake up. It was nice knowing I had to cook for two. It was nice knowing that whenever I had to go out and do something tiring, or frustrating, or stupid… there was always someone waiting for me at home."

He lets go of her and makes for the vanity. A drawer is tugged open. Yang recognizes it as the one Jaune uses to hide the previous tenant's wedding ring box, but that isn't he pulls out of it. It's his flask. He sets there in full view of her. "I haven't needed it in months."

There's warmth against her skin. Even back then he said that she couldn't fill the gap of every torment but there it is. Definitive proof that she has. And it isn't just that she's done it, or even that she's done it for months, but also that she hasn't noticed. That the part of him with doubts has quietly slipped away.

And it's the same for her.

When he's back on the bed, she slinks her hands away into the blanket, clutching its two halves.

She's surprised at how easy it is to pull them apart and show him all of her. That doesn't mean it gets any easier with the way he stares at her. Yang has to resist covering up again.

His eyes trace the length of her arms down to her toned, steady legs. Back up to her abs and the swell of her breasts, to the soft coiling of her shoulder blades into her neck. This woman is built like a brick house and he loves every inch of her.

She'd already been staring at most of him before the towel on his waist slips away. The broad stroke of his arms, the wound tightness of his chest, his abs are pulled taut but his navel looks soft and boyish between the strong ridges. His legs are thin but muscled. She never knew she could appreciate the curve of a calf before but his legs help make him tall and it looks like she can dine on its width.

He crawls towards her and she welcomes his look of uncertainty as if it was her own. She falls back onto the sheets, prepared for him. One hand on her belly, the other pressed firmly over her beating chest. He doesn't move in to kiss her. He's stopped and staring somewhere on her breast. She almost cracks a joke about it but his hand comes up suddenly and runs along her skin.

"What happened here?" he asks.

There's the shadow of a scar beneath her left breast. She's surprised he can even see it in the low light. "Accident. I crashed my bike one night when driving home back to Beacon. It was… it wasn't a very good night. Assholes just drove on by and didn't bother checking in. Everyone sees an armed huntress and they think I can everything handle my own. Never mind that I was bleeding and calling out for help."

His eyes narrow. "People in this city suck."

"C'mon, they're not all bad. That boatman's pretty nice."

"Tackle."

"What?"

He snorts. "Yang, that's his name. Tackle. You're telling me we spent two weekends with him and you don't even know his name? You remember the old guy who sells dust? You meet him every month. His name's Shop and he's Tackle's brother."

She's laughing. Mostly from embarrassment. Mostly. "And how do you know this?"

"I talked to him?"

She shakes her head. "Y'know what, nevermind. I'm lying back here naked and you've got me thinking about old men and their equally old brothers."

"But hey, not so nervous anymore, right?"

He's right. It's so much easier to just talk to him. "Yeah. Much better tha-a-anks~! Jaune!"

His head's below her breast, kissing along her scar. He's doing it so softly that it tickles. "J-Jaune! Ha ha! What are you doing?"

"Kissing it better," he says matter-of-factly.

"Quit it! Ha ha! It tickles!"

He pulls his lips off her and leans over her, resting his forehead to hers. "No more bad memories. I'll rip out everything from before and give you something new everyday."

She nudges her nose to his. "Everyday?" she asks softly.

He shrugs but he means it. "I'm exaggerating but I'll try."

She runs a hand down his cheek. "Why do you always gotta do that?"

"Do what?"

"Just… be real with me? Some guys just stop at the sweeping romantic gesture."

"I think I'm incapable of being anything else with you at this point."

"Scary," she teases. "Jaune Arc, ever exposed. How will I ever contain myself?"

"Shut up."

She shakes her head meaningfully, something beautiful dancing behind her eyes. He tells himself it's love. "I can't. Words are all I have when I can't do anything with my hands."

He kisses her knuckle, its strength softening at his touch. "And why don't you?"

He's flush against her. Her knees curl around his waist. "Because I won't be able stop myself if you let me."

"Don't stop," he whispers. "Show me everything."

Her hand braces against the back of his neck.

He sucks on her lower lip. Then he does the same to the other.

She moans and it's raw and animalistic, but it's a symphony in his ear.

-0-

Yang plops onto the sofa next to him. "If this takes any longer, I'm going to tear my hair out."

Jaune takes a sip of his apple juice and eyes her passed the glass. She's been stressing out all afternoon. "I don't think you've failed enough tests to warrant a failing grade. Didn't you pass the exams?"

"I'm not worried about failing." A pause. She doesn't look at him when she admits, "I need to get a B."

His brow creases. "You only need to not fail to be a huntress."

"Yeah, but they don't let you be a teacher or a coach without at least B."

"You wanna be a teacher?"

She scratches her head. "No? Yes. Maybe. Look, I wanna have my options open."

He sits closer. She can feel his warmth on her hip. "Is this cause of what Qrow said yesterday?"

"Mom, actually. We were talking about how she wishes she was home and worrying about cracking an egg right instead of trying to crack open a conspiracy."

She doesn't need to tell him more. "Yang, our kids will still love you if you're not home all the time."

"But I'd like to be home all the time. I hate the idea of being gone for months and… ugh, look at me. Losing my mind on imaginary children."

"You're thinking ahead. It's what a leader does. I like to think it's what a Xiao Long does too."

Yang rubs her arm. "Yeah… leader." With both Weiss and Ruby officially off the campus roster, Yang had been voted as the new leader. It's strange having to trade teammates with JNPR every once in a while to get teams of three, but they're always all together now anyway. Still, the title hangs over her head and she's trying her best.

"You'll get used to it. Leadership isn't a hard class and you'll only officially start taking it next year."

"But sitting in it makes me think a lot. I didn't think a class with no grades could be so stressful… I mean, maintaining team psychology? I didn't think Ruby had to consider our wellbeing all the time, and now that I do, I feel like we all take our leaders for granted."

He puts a hand on her shoulder. "See, this is why we don't talk about Leadership outside of class. You gotta detox. What would you like?"

She tosses her scroll onto the coffee table. "These grades. I get this out of my system, and I can start worrying about everything else."

He claps his hands and gets up. "Okay, bubble bath, massage oil, scented candles, and cake it is."

She gives him a wiry smile. "Thank you…"

"What kind of cake?" he asks when he's sifting through the cupboards in the kitchen. "I can whip up the chiffon and icing real quick if that's what you're after."

She picks her scroll back up and thumbs through her messages. She goes through a backlog from Ruby. She met up with Weiss a few days back and the photo of them together (and Oscar getting along with Whitley in back) always manages to curl a smile into her. Among the images sent, she finds another with Weiss alone in her room. Neptune's not allowed to get close just yet but she's wearing the aquamarine necklace her got her for the proposal.

"I'm thinking Red Velvet," she calls out to him. "Maybe you can experiment again? I'd love to help you try."

"Nah, not this time. I couldn't get the red velvet to mix right even with Ren's help. I'll need to pick a lesson with mom when we get to Clove so I can get it down."

She gets an image from Blake. She's having afternoon tea with her parents. Ren and Nora are with her. Ren seems right at home with Kali, and Nora seems to have gotten Ghira to laugh. Somewhere in the background, Sun's teasing Ilia about someone on her scroll. She's turned a shade of pink, which does nothing to hide her blush. Looks like Sun managed to find her a girlfriend after all.

"We can do a different cake then," she tells Jaune.

"It's okay, I'll just order again." He already has his scroll up. "But we're getting three little boxes. I'm not letting you engorge the whole thing again."

She snorts. "You can't stop me from snacking."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yang, one of these days I'm gonna have to buy a padlock for the fridge."

"Like a padlock would stop me."

His hand slaps the counter. "Okay, no bubble bath, and no massage then."

"Fine. Little cakes. But you know I can just order more, right? It's a joint account after all." It was her mother's idea to help them balance finances between them. It managed to get Helia Arc to talk to Raven. They get along. Yang doesn't know what do with that.

"Please don't do anything crazy with the account. It's the last installment for the car."

"Which I'm helping you pay for. I deserve a treat."

Jaune stops what he's doing and just stares at her. She's not normally this difficult. Or difficult at all, for that matter. "Yang, are you messing with me?"

She peeks back gives him a sheepish grin from behind the couch. "Yes? C'mon, you know I love you. You like eating them with me anyway. You need to get your head out of the rain too." Because their new tub is big enough for two, the massage is always the kind with a happy ending, and she's pretty sure the scented candles are just a silent joke between them at this point.

He comes around to sit next to her again. "I'm not the one worrying about her grades."

"And I'm not the one stressing about his car," she counters. "Don't think I haven't noticed."

Leaning back into the cushions, he loses any desire to argue. "I took good care of it…"

"I know you did, so it's not your fault. Just you wait. The mechanic will be back with a message for you any minute now to tell you it was a nothing issue and they can fix it in an afternoon."

She's on her inbox with Jaune now. They hardly send messages anymore since they're together all the time so instead they send each other the pictures they take so they always both have copies. They had a mission at the ruins of Glenn, a dinner date by the docks, drew on Ren's face while he slept, spent an afternoon hanging photos off strings on the ceiling, visited Cardin in the hospital (he's got a cool scar along his arm and neck now), took a hike in the woods, and there's a dozen more photos of them cozying up in the apartment. These have just been in the last month, too. With summer coming, they'll have enough photos to hide entire ceiling at the dorm.

Jaune leans over. "Why am I Hummingbird in your contacts? I thought I was Vomit Boy."

She snickers. "Well, you know how Blake's books have all those fancy words for sex? Like the word vagina is somehow too crass for 'erotica'."

He squints. "I already don't like where this is going."

"So we got to talking and she mentions how, in her latest book, the vagina substitute is flower, and what comes out is nectar."

Jaune buries his head in his hands. "Oh my god, Yang…"

"And with the amount of time you spend down there…"

"Yang!"

"Did you know that hummingbirds can consume up to eight times their weight in nectar? Those are rookie numbers. They should probably take notes from you."

He grabs her face and presses his forehead to hers, manic eyes meeting hers. "I love you, but if you have an off switch, you have to tell me."

She looks down and up at him again. She points to her lips. "They're right here, lover boy."

He pulls back and looks between her lips and the coy look in her eyes. "I… no." He huffs and crosses his arms. "Not doing it."

This throws her for a loop. "What? Why?"

He glances back at her. She wants it just as much. Now he's the one being coy. "Cause this is funny."

"Fine. Why don't I send Blake a few of these little facts. She's started writing and I'm sure she could use some our juicy details."

"Yang, no."

She's already typing down on her scroll. Jaune crashes into her and they fall back onto the arm rest. For a moment they struggle as Jaune tries to reach for her scroll until Yang decides to slip the device into the back of her sweater. If he goes for it, he'll reach have to reach in closer and their faces are already close enough as it is.

"And it's gone!" she cheers. "I mean, feel free to try for it again but there's enemy territory down here."

He thumbs over her cheeks. "Fine. You win." He says with a chortle. "I swear, Yang, you're impossible."

"And yet you have me anyway."

Their lips press together warmly, making them meld together into a host of mewls and hushed laughter.

Their scrolls ping. They go completely ignored.

-END-

And that’s it! I hope you liked it! There’s a sequel coming down the pipeline but for now I have a major Dragonslayer story to work on elsewhere on my ff.net and ao3 accounts. Maybe I’ll post a link here to it when it comes out.

That said, thank you to everyone who gave this story their love. I would not have made it this far without your support. Thank you. :’)

[themonkeycabal]

Wandavision Ep 5 Spoilers

Wherein I watch Wandavision at a stupid hour of the morning because I do not sleep like a regular human being, and sometimes I have things to say.

Previously on Wandavision, we all discovered that Darcy Lewis and Jimmy Woo were the BFFs we never knew we needed and now can't live without. Also Wanda reminded us that she's really scary.

We should be in the 80s now, right? Ahh the 80s. Leg warmers, Aquanet, and MTV.

Baby shenanigans with crying twins. Wanda tries to magic them to sleep and it doesn't work. "Maybe we just need some help." And in pops Agnes without waiting for them to answer the door. As you do in a sitcom hell. She's got a headband and leg warmers on and is on her way to jazzercise. Of course. Is the point of Agnes to really anchor us in a decade? Asking for real. She's very "this is the era, and these are the tropes, let's all play along now."

Vision is very protective of the babies, to such a degree and with such intensity that Agnes literally forgets her line and nervously asks Wanda if she wants her to take that again. Well, then. Agnes very super a lot does not want to be wished to the cornfield. 

The babies stopped crying during the whole "should we do this scene again" interlude. Vision noticed the weirdness and is trying to figure out what's going on, Wanda is trying very hard to pretend everything is normal. Agnes is being super duper bizarre in the background. And suddenly the twins are like three years old. Agnes has given up and got into the liquor. I don't blame her.

Opening credits. Okay, I'm sorry, 'baby' Vision is almost more stupidly funny than I can take. Like … what? I think I want that as my new icon, though. Also the credits are too long. I think they were very proud of their theme song, so we have to hear it all. These are my least favorite so far. Very 80s, but meh.

In the real world, Monica is getting x-rays and giving a report on being yeeted from Wanda World.

Jimmy Woo and Darcy are there to greet her at the end of the exam. "This is Doctor Darcy Lewis." Yes, she is! Still very proud. She's also the doctor of encouraging people to wear pants, shoving a pair at hospital gown-clad Monica. Erik's no-pants phase was very scarring.

The medic comes back and says the medical tests didn't work or something. The medic wants to do x-rays again because the first came back blank and also she's going to have to do another blood draw. Hmm. Monica is still somehow affected by Wanda World? Unclear on how that would work. Some sort of weird witchy radiation-like energy? Monica says 'no' to more needles and also wants to put pants on. Just let the woman have her pants.

Now we're on to a briefing with the acting Director of SWORD whose name I don't remember. He's very "government suit" bland, I have a hard time caring about anything he says. Also, does anybody else pronounce the 'w' in SWORD in their head when they read it? Like I cannot make my brain stop doing that. "s-WUH-ord'.

"Our initial theory had Wanda Maximoff as one of many victims. We now know she is the principle VICTIMIZER!" Settle down there, acting director guy. Why not say 'subject', 'suspect', 'perpetrator', or boring old 'cause of the anomaly". VICTIMIZER! Geez then. I'm going to guess his solution will be a tactical nuke or some such rot.

Jimmy gives background on Wanda.

Acting Director Guy: "The twins were subsequently radicalized, volunteering at Hydra." Jimmy Woo: "That's an oversimplification of events, but yes." I'm giving you heart-eyes Jimmy Woo.

"After unspecified experimentation with the mind stone, Maximoff gained telekinetic and telepathic abilities."

Then a weird aside where the Acting Director — who shall now be known as Acting Director Dick — wants to know if Wanda had a code name or a something, seeming to imply that not having one made her a bad guy?,  and then he points out how the first time she used her powers it was against the Avengers. He totally just ordered a tactical nuke from "overreacting-government-douchebags r us".  I hate this particular character trope, the government heavy who never listens to anybody and is always ready to napalm the suburbs because reasons. It's so tedious.

Jimmy points out that Wanda earned the Avengers trust and then became an Avenger herself, thank you very much. Acting Director Dick doesn't care, he's decided Wanda is a terrorist and he'll turn half of New Jersey into a glass parking lot to get rid of her. Sure am glad he's in charge of some sort of mysterious and powerful agency.

Jimmy Woo is not a fan either, and he walks back over to his new bestie and tells Darcy that while he tries not to speak ill of anybody … Darcy interrupts "then allow me", and she has no trouble saying that Acting Director Dick is, in fact, a dick. That's my girl.

Elsewhere AD Dick is blathering on about how they don't negotiate with terrorists. Well, since Wanda hasn't made any demands, or released a manifesto or anything …. Monica also points out Wanda is not a terrorist. AD Dick twists her report to make Wanda sound as terroristy as he can. I'm bored with him now.

Monica argues with him a bit and say she doesn't believe Wanda World is a premeditated act of aggression. I vote Darcy, Jimmy, and Monica wait until AD Dick is alone, and then they shove him in a locker for the rest of the season. If anybody asks he had to run back to sWUHord for meetings or something, "Darn, you just missed him. I'll tell him you're looking for him. Great. Buh-bye now".

AD Dick needs to make his big jackass point that Wanda is the most terroristy terrorist who ever terroristed, so he shows off footage of Wanda breaking into a SWORD facility to steal back Vision's body. Because that seems terroristy and not at all like some sort of emotional breakdown. As far as I can tell, she just busted open a few doors, but didn't hurt anybody. I think AD Dick doesn't know the meaning of the word terrorist.

And, yes, then she resurrected Vision in an idealized sitcom world in a small city in New Jersey. That's exactly like something a terrorist mastermind would do. Mmmhmm. Is it nice for the people trapped there with them? No, clearly not. Agnes and Herb in particular seem aware and are scared. They need to be rescued and Wanda needs LOADS of therapy. But Director Nuke the Site from Orbit over here isn't going to make anything better. Darcy, sister, shove that asshole into a locker stat.

Jimmy notes that stealing Vision's body is a violation of the Sokovia Accords. And while I appreciate his dedication to maintaining the Accords … well, I mean, look, it's body theft and all. It's not a great look; I absolutely allow that. But you can just sort of stop there. Though, that's very the Sokovia Accords "if this guy dies, his body must go to a shadowy government agency. for safety. yep."

Also Vision had a living will, where he didn't want to be used as a weapon. Sure, okay. Because I'm sure SWORD was just totally not doing anything at all with his body. Nope. Look, I'm totally a SHIELD girl and even I wouldn't necessarily trust SHEILD with that. So, who is SWORD to me? Pfft. I'd give him to Thor or something and ask him to be buried far far away. I'm just saying. I'm supposed to trust Johnny-Come-Lately S-WUH-ORD?

(In my head now is an inter-agency rivalry where SWORD is like "We have rocket ships!" and SHIELD is like "lol, our lead scientist got eaten by a rock and survived on an alien world for like six months". "But rocket ships?" "We've traveled through time a dozen times in the last year alone. We're a bigger chaotic disaster than you can ever hope to be".)

AD Dick undermines his own "SHE'S A TERRORIST!" thesis by saying she acted out of grief. And then he dismisses everybody. "Work the problem!" Uh … whut? Fine? What is the problem? That she's a WILD MURDERY TERRORIST who must be stopped! or a grief stricken woman who stole her technologically advanced boyfriend's body and probably should be talked down? Acting Director Lack of Clarity.

Jimmy wants to know how Wanda could have resurrected Vision without the Mind stone and Darcy wants to know what Vision will do when he figures it out. Fine questions, friends, fine questions. Monica is just like "acting director dick used to be a buddy but now I kind of want to punch him and am very conflicted. oh and wanda kind of freaks me out but also i feel bad for her" only she says all that without words.

Tommy and Billy are now about like 5 or 6 or something. I'm terrible with kids ages. They're up to shenanigans. Oh, they found a lost puppy dog and they're giving him a bath in the sink. It's all super adorable.

Vision wanders in and greets his family all formally and in his human face. He says he has a premonition someone might pop over. He's not a fan of sitcom neighbors either. And there's Agnes now with a dog house. How does she know whether to enter through the front door or the back door?

The dog tries to burn the house down by licking an electrical outlet? so they name him Sparky (harr harr) and Wanda magics him a collar with Agnes right there. Vision's all "wtf darling?" and she points out Agnes didn't even notice when the boys went from babies to five-year olds, she certainly didn't notice the magic collar. Agnes is trying very very hard not to notice anything. Poor Agnes.

Wanda says she's tired of hiding her abilities and Vision is Very Concerned. He's starting to figure things out.

They tell the boys they can't have a dog until they're 10, so the boys grin at each other and age themselves up to 10. That is all very unsettling. Agnes "Let's just hope this dog stays the same size." as she screams internally "save me!"

Real World. Jimmy's hustling back to the science room with coffee for Monica and Darcy. Monica is asking for some sort of wild mobile bunker to help her get back into Wanda World and Darcy's like "well, yes, but also no". But Monica knows an aerospace engineer who'd totally make it for her.  

"I can't guarantee the Hex won't just mind wipe you as you go in." "What's the hex?" "Oh, it's what I'm calling the anomaly because of it's hexagonal shape. It's starting to catch on." Darcy's so proud, but Jimmy's like 'not so much' but he's too polite to say.

Monica's determined to go back in. Jimmy wants to know who the kids are, if they've id'd them or the babies and Monica's all "oh, no, those are legit Wanda's." Darcy says if she can make stuff with her mind, and all the props and whatnot in the Wanda World are real then she's wielding an insane amount of power. Monica is sure she could have taken out Thanos if he hadn't cheated and snapped her. Jimmy thinks Captain Marvel could have done it. Monica very much doesn't want to talk about Captain Marvel.

Monica has an Idea!

Ah, she wants to see her outfit from Wanda World, which is now in the real world. So, is it real matter Wanda created, or is the perception field bleeding over to make them all see that outfit in the real world. That would have been hella awkward if Monica got yeeted out of her clothes.

Monica confirms they're real then steals Jimmy's gun and shoots them. Ahh, she was wearing a kevlar vest when she went into Wanda World, and that changed shape to be her super fly 70s outfit. "Wanda is rewriting reality." Changing things to fit the hex. So they'll send in something that doesn't need to be changed. Um. Sure. Fine. I don't know what that means, or how that would help in this context, but I'm sure I'll find out.

Meanwhile, Vision is at work, and all his coworkers are amazed at the actual computers. Golly shucks. Computers. Hey, so, computers have been around since the 40s. ANYWAY.

"Should we surf the internet?" We're progressing rapidly through the 80s. Oh, lol, Darcy sent an email. And the whole office creepily reads it out loud. Vision is very weirded out. As well he should be. He wipes the computer with his glowy synthezoid powers and then he glowies Norm when Norm tells him 'none of it is real'. Norm wakes up "please help me. what day is it? how long has it been?". Oh dear. Poor Vision. This is all going to go so very badly. Norm gets very freaked out begging Vision to "stop her". Vision resets him.

At the house the boys wonder where dad is, and Wanda tells them it's Monday and he's at work. Except the boys are all "um, no, it's Saturday". Wanda, your house of lies is tumbling down! You shouldn't have let them grow up so fast. Babies don't ask inconvenient questions about why Daddy needs some space from Mommy and her questionable choices for their shared reality.

Wanda takes the opportunity to impart the 80s family sitcom trope of the weekly life lesson about how family might fight, but they still love each other and family is forever. One of the twins asks if she has a brother. She does. He's far away. But, Sparky goes barking at the door. Wanda looks far away herself. She goes to open the door and Sparky runs out.

Monica has sent in a drone from the 80s. Well that wasn't really a thing. But, how does the 1980s rc plane look more high tech than the 2020s drone they sent in first? Talk to your design team, SWORD.

Anyway, Wanda spots the drone, but she's keeping it out of the broadcast, because she's the editor and director and producer of Wandavision, of course.

Monica announces herself and tries to get Wanda to acknowledge her. Whoops. Wanda's eyes go glowy. AD Dick says "take the shot" and Monica's all "what? no, the drone isn't armed." Except of course it is, because AD Dick is a monumental dick, and he's got a backup drone pilot who takes the shot. Wandavision goes off air. And, oh no, there's a breach at the Hex!

Lol. It's Wanda coming through, dragging the mangled corpse of the drone with her. That was entirely deserved, AD Dick. I hope she shoves it up your ass, dick.

"The missile was just a precaution". AD Dick backpedals quick, like a coward. You gave a three second attempt to talk to Wanda before you pulled the trigger, I don't like you. "You can hardly blame us."

Wanda warns him to stay out. "You won't bother me, I won't bother you." Okay, well, he does kind of have a point, in that there's a whole town of people who are stuck as bit players in Wanda World. That's not very nice. I mean, surely she could have found a nice empty spot somewhere and created her sitcom utopia. That's at least a fair criticism.

Monica tries her best to talk Wanda down. It doesn't work particularly well.

"What do you want?" "I have what I want and no one will ever take it from me again." And she mind controls the soldiers training their guns on her, to turn them on AD Dick. Whoops. And Wanda goes back to her world. The Hex glows all red as she goes.

And we go to commercial. Lagos Brand paper towels. "For when you make a mess you didn't mean to." Wow, so that was brutal. Wanda's not mad at you, Monica. She's just carrying a lot of guilt. Ouch.

Back in Wandavision, the boys are looking for their dog. They find Agnes hiding in the bushes with the dog. Poor Sparky apparently ate some azalea leaves and died. The boys are very sad and Wanda warns them not to age up. They can't run from their feelings. Oh Wanda. "It's too sad," Billy says. "You can fix anything mom," Tommy cries, "Fix the dead". Yikes.

Wanda "I'm trying to tell you there are rules in life." Poor Agnes is trying not to have a total meltdown. "We can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us. Some things are forever."

Billy and Tommy try to talk her into bringing back Sparky. And Vision turns up. Well, this is just brutal.

Vision is entirely outside of Wanda's control. "I spoke with Norm. I unearthed the man's suppressed personality and I spoke to him free of your oversight." Yikes. "He was in pain, Wanda."

Okay it's kind of funny they're arguing over the end credits. Vision is very very pissed. "I'm scared." Aww.

Wanda insists she's not in charge of every life in Westview. "I don't know how any of this started in the first place." Huh. Is that really true? Because she's pretty sure of it now. Somebody or something convinced her into a sitcom world and now she's just like "yeah, this is good"? really asking.

Ding-dong.

"I didn't do that." 

Vision: *doubt*

DING DONG

Wanda goes to answer the door.

In the real world, alarms are blaring but Darcy notices a new revelation on Wandavision.

Wanda Word — and it's Pietro at the door. See! I knew it had to be Pietro who'd be the surprise guest thingy. I mean it's hilariously X-Men Pietro (Evan Peters, like @lewstonewar suggested), but Pietro nonetheless. There's nobody else it could have been.

Darcy be all WTF? "She recast Pietro?" lol

Okay, Wanda seems legit shocked. I don't think she did that. And I super really don’t think she’d make him sound like a NYC cabbie. 

And end.

Well. I mean, I'm not sure what to think. Wanda insists she's not controlling everything. I don't think she created Pietro. But, she totally stole Vision's body and created the kids and seems mostly happy in her sitcom universe and she can traverse the Hex, which obviously suggests its her doing. Dunno. I have questions about Agnes and her convenient timeliness here and there.

The mystery continues.

Disney wants to know if I want to watch Age of Ultron next. How poorly you know me, Disney.

[norgestan]

i’ll make a little exception to this break i’m taking to confirm that the leaked script said exactly what happened in the clip, so i’ll safely assume that the rest is correct. because of that, i’ve wanted to translate every part that we haven’t seen on the clip, plus the one that came out just now.

take in mind that the script doesn’t detail who is saying what, when a clip ends and other starts, but i’ve done my best to decipher it. whatever i haven’t, well, i still translated the whole thing. excuse any mistakes, spanish is my first language but sometimes i can get lost with idioms. so it’s all here, under the cut. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF EPISODE 3:

LUCAS EXTRA CLIP #1

[scoffs] K: Hi, Lucas. L: Hi. K: Long time no see, right? L: Mmm. K: Let's drink something? There's a bar right around the corner that has drinks that will blow your mind. L: I thought that you muslims didn't drink alcohol. K: Well, I do. L: Right. K: Look. There's a lot of things about islam that I don't like, okay? And there's other things that I've really loved since I was a kid. I'm keeping the ones I like. You know what you could say? That I'm a flexible muslim. L: Pfft. Flexible. And what is it, aren't you a f*g too? Or how does it work? K: When I met you, I didn't have it all clear. L: And now you do? K: Lucas, well now maybe I do. Maybe I do. But Amira doesn't know anything. Will you tell her? L: Is this why you wanted to see me, right? K: No. It isn't only for that. I really liked seeing you again. L: Come on, Kasim, you completely ignored me. And now you say you liked seeing me again. K: It's the fucking truth, shit. I had a fucking mess in my head. But no more. No more. What? Join me for a drink? L: No, dude, I'm going home. And don't worry, I won't tell any of your stuff to Amira. But you should do it. K: And so I will. Really. L: Okay. Bye.

CLIP 3

D: This is weird. Right? A: Yeah, a little bit. D: Well, do I speak first or...? A: No, no, no. I go first, yeah. D: Yeah? A: Better. [both laugh] D: Okay. A: Let's see. It's clear that we both like each other. I mean, sorry, that I like you, I like you, and you like me too. D: And I like you. A: And, well, if I were any other girl, then we could start hooking up and see how it all goes, but... I'm not like that. D: Right. A: In islam, it's the contrary. No hooking-up at the beginning and then we see how it goes and then we have sex... No. We start serious from the beginning and the rest comes behind. D: Okay. A: But I'll get it if you tell me no. We'll pretend nothing has happened and we go back to what we were before. D: Eh, eh, eh. I said "okay". You're not telling me anything that I don't know. I know you don't eat pork, you pray five times a day, and that we won't kiss on the first day. But I don't care. A: Okay, but it's not only that. D: Yeah, I figured. But if I didn't think I could handle it, I wouldn't have come. A: I've brought something with me. It's a practice that us muslims... Well, not really, no, but I do it. D: [laughs] Okay. A: And so, when we start a relationship, we make it clear from the beginning what do we expect from said relationship. And I've made a list. D: Like a contract or something like that? A: Well, it's not that huge, but yeah, something like that. D: Uh-huh. A: For example... D: Let's see. A: In relationships between muslims, there can't be physical contact. D: Not always. There can be exceptions. A: Right, yeah. One thing is to greet each other with a fist bump, and other thing is to kiss. D: Yes, I know that we can't do that until time comes by and we make it official. A: Until we get married. D: Ah. A: Some people do it super quickly, because of that, so they can have sex as soon as possible, but... I don't wanna do it like that. If I get married, because that's other thing. Because what I want to do first is... study a career. D: Okay. A: My priority: studies, that's one of the things. D: I think that's great, I mean... A: And... my kids, I want... I want to raise them on the values of islam. D: Your kids? A: Uh-huh. D: Okay. A: And for that, well... their father would have to be a muslim. D: Okay. A: So, if you and I start dating... At some point, you'll have to convert [to islam]. D: Uh-huh. A: And not because of me, not because you love me a lot and... Because it doesn't work like that. Because you want it, because it comes from you. In islam, there's no sacrifices. You do things because you want to. D: Okay, okay, okay, okay. A: You probably don't find me that cute anymore? D: Eh. Eh. I'm not blind. A: So... you already know what's there. I think I've told you everything. D: Hey, what do you say if...? Because the training starts right now. I think we should... well, think about it and give us some time... to reflect on this. A: Yeah, of course. D: So that's that. We're talking? A: We're talking, yeah. D: Eh, bye. A: [sighs]

CLIP 4

(This conversation happens between las labass girls, probably Elena and Noor) X: And so nothing, girl, this woman takes her phone and makes it like she's taking a selfie, but she was taking a photo of me, it was obvious. Y: Really? X: Yeah. Y: I hate when people do that. It's like we come from another planet or something. X: Totally. Y: You should've told her, "What? Do you want me to strike a pose?" I don't know. X: At least she didn't say "Sorry" (intentional usage of the English word). There's not a day in which people won't talk to me in English. What is it, can no one tell that I'm from Madrid? Y: It's obvious, it's obvious. X: How does it look? Y: You're gorgeous. Z: Really good. Y: Wait, you're missing a pin. X: I don't know, I really like it, but... I can't make up my mind. Z?: You don't have to make a choice. Just look at me. Y: Do you know who took [the hijab] off? X?: Who? Y: Sanem. Z?: Really? X: I saw it coming. Y?: Well, girl, come on, it's not that. But now what will happen is that people are gonna start with those comments. "Look how pretty you look now", "You did so good", "You finally broke out of your chains". X?: Totally. Y?: And all that jazz, you know? X?: And so they will look at us kinda like, "It wasn't that hard, Sanem has opened her eyes, now it's your turn." Y?: Right. Dounia?: Well, look, taking off the hijab is as hard as putting it on. X: Yeah, I already know that. I'm not criticising her, really. But the reaction from the people infuriates me, you know? And she will be criticised from every part, even muslims will say: "She didn't do it well." I don't understand why things are so difficult sometimes. Y?: By the way, everything good with Kasim, right? [everyone laughs] X?: Yeah, right? A: Dear God, you really like the gossip. X?: Dude! Y?: The gossip. A: Look, so with Kasim and I, everything's cool. We're friends and that's it. And don't trap me up like that every again. X?: Well, girl, tell that to this annoying one... D: Annoying? X?: Yeah. D: And how is that, friends? Because I've seen him like he wants to be more than a friend. A: What are you saying? No way. D: Well yes, I'm telling you. He came home talking wonders about you. And when he doesn't like someone, it's super obvious. You, come on, he loves you. I swear. Also, you like the same stuff, you have the same sense of humor. You're meant to be. Right? X?: Then maybe you found a diamond, girl. A?: A diamond how, girl? X?: Well, guys our age are horrible. And so that you can find someone who's nice and is super hot, it's like finding a diamond. D: He's super hot, he's super cute, nice, and that's what we see from the outside, but it's not only that, you know? For example, when my father passed away, he was there to take the coffin, he was there to help me and my mom to get out of that situation. I don't know what we could've done without him. He's a good guy. And when he has to be serious about something, he is. Y?: Hey, if you don't like him, it's for me. D?: Well... uh! Y?: I offer myself as a volunteer for you to trap me with him. X?: No, no, gorgeous. Kasim is for Amira, okay? We'll find someone else for you. D?: Mustafá.

CLIP 5

(This clip is a conversation between the girl squad. I can't know when a full line ends so i'll be putting the whole thing together.) That out of every person in senior year they chose you to give the speech, that's super important. No, no. But I saw it coming. It's obvious they were giving it to you, giving speeches is kinda your thing. Right, it's true. Well, I was between you and Nora. Ay, but I'm so happy. They make me talk and I won't get passed the nerves. Shut up, it's the same for me. I have to prepare really well so I don't show up and stay like this. And I don't want it either. Ay, that's so cool. Fuck, but it makes you excited, no? Pfft. Well, of course, it's the graduation. Ay! Naturally. I'm dying.

[Amira gets text message]

X: And so what are you doing then? Are you meeting up with Lucas? E: Well, I don't know, I have no clue. Because I text him and, he doesn't show up, or doesn't reply, or replies eight hours later. X?: Damn, girl, that's bad. Y: Eh! Girl, that's cool, no?

(here I don't know where a line of dialogue ends again) And what's this? It's the first year they put it up. Yeah, right, yes, it's the first year. Ay. So cool, fuck. I'm gonna get a little like Viri, but deep down, all of this makes me really excited. Naturally. Actually, this is all thanks to you. It is. I already see you in the Congress. President. Eh! I'd vote for you, eh? Uh-huh. Fuck, that's cool. Girls, I'm super late and I have to present something in class. I'm leaving now. Wait, wait! I love you. Bye. No way, dude, no way.

X: No, I won't go to class. Y: No way. Z: Alright. ?: And what's that, dude? ?: I don't know, dude, they want to look cool now or something(?). ?: But what is this doing here, dude? Now they only have to put up a stall of couscous, because other thing... ?: No way, go put those banners on their fucking country. ?: Totally, dude. (and some more filling dialogue idk how to translate ha)

CLIP 6

(This clip is probably in the association, and las labass and Kasim are there) X: You see, it's just... do you do remember the other day? Well still, you're a bigmouth, you're a bigmouth. Y: So embarrassing. X: What a bigmouth. [Speaking in arabic] ?: Have you bought pasta to your mother? ?: I bought her briouats, she loves them. Well, I love them too. ?: You love them. ?: Well, be both love them, let's leave it at that. ?: Right. A?: What are you looking at? K?: I was thinking that well, you can't show briouat. A: Right. The first and second weeks of Ramadan are good, but the third one, if you talk to me, I may be so rude it'll blow your mind. K: So you mean that you're planning that we meet each other on the third week. What's wrong? A: Come here. Hey, Kasim... the other day I had a really good time with you. I mean, it's been long since I... since I connected with someone like that and found someone so alike myself. K: That's fucking great. A: And so, Dounia tells me you also have a great time with me, and that's great because that's great. But I don't know if it's something she thinks or you really... K: What about me? A: I don't want you to think about stuff that's not there. And I wanna make it very clear now with Ramadan and all that. K: But what about me? A: I like another guy. A guy who's not muslim. What? K: Well... I also like another guy. And he's not muslim. A: A guy? K: A guy. A: And Dounia? K: She doesn't know. My family doesn't know either. A: So that means you're fooling them. K: Well, fooling them... I don't tell them everything. Look, Amira, I believe in Allah, okay? I believe in him. But I'm 19 years old. And Allah has to understand that. A: What does he have to understand? K: That if I'm 19 I get to party and get drunk and hook-up with whoever I want to. A: Get drunk? You said you didn't drink. K: I didn't say I don't drink, you assumed it. Look... You like another guy, right? A white guy. And my sister made us meet because you're single. A: Look, I don't know where you're going with that, but don't get me in a mess. K: You and I are in the same spot. You like someone else and I want to stay in my lane. Why don't we use each other? Girl, think about it. A: What do you mean use each other? K: Girl, use each other like... we use each other, fuck. It would be great for both of us, it's a perfect plan. In front of the world we pretend that we're together. You do whatever you want and I do whatever I want. You win and I win. A: You're kidding, right? K: Why would I be kidding! Think about it. A: No. I mean... How? No, no. You're crazy. K: It's a really great plan. A: No, Kasim, no. K: "No" is not thinking about it. Think about it. A: Kasim, I won't. It won't be necessary to use each other. I know that nothing will happen with that other guy, because I know it. Besides, I don't lie. I'm not like that. K: If you're good like that, then fucking great. Amira. I have to go.

LUCAS EXTRA CLIP #2

K: Lucas! Dude, Lucas! Lucas, dude. L: What do you want? K: Let's drink another one. L: Dude, but what the fuck are you doing? Why do you show up unannounced? K: You told me where you were. L: Fuck, but I didn't want... You're stalking me now or what? K: No, I'm not stalking you. I came here to tell you I told Amira the truth. L: Then good. You could've texted me that. K: Why are you acting like this? L: What do you mean why do I act like this? First, we hook-up and everything's fucking great; then, you suddenly disappear and now, you follow me like a dog. What are you doing next, go back at being an asshole? And then you'll follow me again? Fuck off. K: Do you know why I didn't call you? Because I was scared, dude. I was scared. Really scared. For me, this is super shitty. I can't upload a video to Youtube and have everyone understand me. For me, this is super complicated. Your friends are okay with this, but my environment isn't like yours. I used to go out to party and I hooked up with a guy per night. The next day, I swore to myself I wasn't gay and I wouldn't do it again. And then, I met you. And I hooked-up [with you] once, and twice, and thrice... And I wanna do it a thousand times. Just imagine my mother, what would she say about all this? Eh, Lucas? My dad passed away and I'm the only guy left. This situation is fucking shit. And my sister? How do I tell her I'm gay? Lucas, you don't understand me. L: Of course I understand you. It's not easy for me either. K: Do you know what my mother would think of all this? You don't know how much it angers me that I can't be brave and tell her I love you.

CLIP 7

D: Hi. A: Hi. D: Fuck, this looks the same like when we were five. A: Right. Do you remember that I fought you so I could be a little longer on the swing and then you pushed me? D: Of course, girl. And do you remember that one day I was pushing you really hard [on the swing] and you came back flying and got me on the face? Pum! No? A: No. D: The guy from the club came here and they took me to the ER. A: Really? D: Amy, the scar. A: Heck. D: Heck. A: Well, I kinda remember it now, it could be. It could be. D: It could be? Fuck. A: I don't know. Sorry? D: [laughs] Okay. I forgive you. Well, let's go to the point, alright? A: Yeah. D: Do you know that my parents go to church every Sunday? A: Yes. I mean, Cris has told me something like that. D: Yes. A: Yes. D: I loved going there with them. I did the catechesis, so I could do the communion. And the confirmation. A: Really? D: I went with my friends, I didn't take it seriously, but... there was something about the message that... that I liked. Until I realized that it's a lot of bullshit. A: Why? D: Well because, because there's a lot of "love your neighbor", a lot of "respect one another", but... My parents, for example, they're not tolerant. Cris doesn't even dare to tell them about Joana. A: My father says that religions, well, that islam as it is it's perfect, but it's muslim people who aren't. D: That's not true. You are perfect. A: No way. D: Yes. I remember the first time I saw you with the hijab. A: And you probably thought, "What is this crazy girl doing?" D: Well yeah, in the beginning. But then, I've been noticing, and you're, like... different. A: Well, obviously. D: I'm not talking about the hair. Look, I... I've always thought you're really... beautiful... very nice... but... you looked like every other fifteen year old girl, like my sister. But now, I see you and you're... different. But... it's a good different. I see you're more calm, more serene, more you. And then I see you and the things you do, the things you say and I think, "This is what a good Christian should be". Or a good muslim. Or whatever, because I don't care about religion. I'm not a dumbass, okay? I know it's complicated. Complicated as fuck. And that's why I made a list of the things I'll need, if we are going to date. A: Of course, yeah, it makes sense. D: And... and here it is. A: [sighs] Pfft. But, you know what you're getting into? D: Well... probably not. But... I don't care. A: I didn't scare you enough the other day or...? D: A lot. You did a good job, you did... really great, but... here I am. Right now, I would kiss you. A: And I would kiss you too.

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thank you so much for your patience with this late chapter! I had some frustrating family drama pop up so I wasn't able to finish it until today. Enjoy!

“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy!” Levy plops onto the couch next to her friend. She grabs the blondes arm and shakes it. “Omg you won’t believe what happened today at school!”

“What? What? The teacher you hate croaked?”

“Pfft, I wish. No! I met Natsu’s roommate! Well, technically I’ve known the guy for like a year from school, we were lab partners, remember Gray, I think I mentioned him, anyways, yeah, he totally gave me all the details I wanted to know!”

But at the name Natsu, Lucy frowns and sits back. “Lev, you know I just wanna move on from this...”

“Just hear me out, I promise it’ll be worth it.” She leans in, “trust me.”

Lucy rolls her eyes. “Okay, fine. Spill. What did Gray have to say?”

“So... starting with that Touka chick. Everything Natsu said was true. You’re not the first girl she’s harassed over him, in fact he offered to contact the other girl if you’d like to ask the person yourself.”

“That’s not necessary, I believe it.”

“He also confirmed that the profiles you saw on Ig are fake and how she’s been stalking him for a couple years now.”

“So Gray’s just his roommate?”

“No, he said they’ve been friends since middle school, so he knows Natsu well.”

“Anything else?”

“The stuff he told you about his family are true. Um, he works at a place called Yousei Mart, and that he’s an idiot but a good guy that is just really naive sometimes. The more he talked, the more I remembered him mentioning his roommate before. Like venting about stuff. Anyway, he said Natsu’s been completely distressed over all this and he thinks you should give his friend a second chance. I think so too, Lu, cause I believed him that Natsu’s a great guy and this whole Touka business is just unfortunate.”

The blonde pulls her legs up onto the couch, wraps her arms around them and rests her chin on her knees, thinking about everything she’d learned. Did she really want to deal with the baggage? What if Touka continues to harass her or them? It would be unfortunate to lose a guy like Natsu, because he really did seem like one of the good guys. She pulls up the memories of him on the train when he’d cornered her... ‘he was really devastated...’ and to do what he’d done, the amount of time he spent chasing and waiting for her, he must really like her to go that far.

“Well, Lu? What do you think?”

She’d definitely be using a higher standard to judge him, so he’ll need to be very convincing to gain her trust a second time, but, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to give him another chance.”

“Then there’s just one last thing for you to do.”

“Ugh,” she groans, “call him.” Lucy picks up her phone and dials Natsu’s number, but he doesn’t pick up. So, she hangs up without leaving a message. She made the first call, now it was his turn to respond if he wanted a second chance.

Approximately thirty minutes later an out-of-breath Natsu is on the phone. “Sorry Lucy! I was in class and the teacher is a real dick about cellphones.” He’d literally run out the room the second the lecture was over to call her back.

“It’s fine, I thought that might be the case.”

“Did you wanna talk to me about something?”

“Yeah, first have you spoken to your roommate at all today?”

“Um... no, why is something wrong with him?”

“Well, in that case...” she pauses and takes a deep breath. “So, turns out your roommate and my roommate have a class together, actually have had several, so they know each other and today they talked about us.”

“Really...” guess he’ll be calling Gray after this phone call!

“Look, bottom line is I believe my friend and since she believes your roommate about you and that girl... I’ll give you another chance. But remember! It’s not because I trust you yet it’s because I trust them.”

“I’ll take it! I understand totally and I promise I’ll do anything to prove to you that you can trust me.”

“I mean, I’m not sure how, but...”

“Um...” Natsu thinks fast, “are you busy right now?”

“Now? Um, not really...”

“I gotta run or I’ll be late for work, but can you meet me at Yousei Mart near Haramachi park as soon as you can?”

“Why?”

“Please?? I’ll buy you dinner too for coming.”

‘Ugh...’ “Okay, I’ll get ready and head over.”

“Thank you!! I’m just really happy you’re giving me a chance Lucy. Okay, I’ll see you soon!”

Lucy hangs up the phone and lets her roommate know she was heading out to see Natsu. The location he’d asked her to go to was several blocks away and takes her 20 minutes to get there. So, as she walked, she did her best to keep her cool. Half of her was thrilled to try again while the other half still apprehensive. Natsu had sounded so excited too, she could almost picture the man doing a victory dance the moment they’d ended the phone call. But where was this place that he wanted her to go to? She knew it was like a convenience store, maybe that’s where he works? Must be if he’d said he needed to get to work and still wanted to see her.

“Irasshaimase!” Lucy hears as she enters the store. A bit odd for a convenience store, but welcoming, nonetheless. She’s greeted by an employee, a red headed woman.

“May I help you find anything?”

“Actually, I’m here to see Natsu. He asked me to come.”

“Oh! You must be Lucy! Please, follow me,” the woman gestures, “he’s in the back working on inventory. My name is Erza by the way and we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Really?” Hopefully nothing bad...

“Oh, yes. The pretty blonde he met on a train. The guy can’t shut up about you,” Erza laughs. “It was just weird, well new because we’ve never seen him so excited over a girl before.”

Lucy blushes from the compliment. “How long have you worked with Natsu?”

“Hmm, four years, I think. He started when he was still in high school, but I’ve been here a little longer.” They reach the back area and find Natsu hunched over some boxes tagging items. “Here he is, Natsu, your friend Lucy is here.”

“It’s okay for me to be back here?”

“I don’t see why not,” the woman shrugs. “We’re a pretty tight-knit crew here, like a family, so it’s also pretty lax how things are run.”

“Oh. Okay, thank you Erza.”

“You’re welcome. Stay as long as you like.”

Once the woman goes back to the front, Lucy turns to Natsu who was waiting patiently. “Well, I’m here. What did you want me to see?”

“That was part of it,” he smiles. “You said you didn’t know if you could trust me, so what could be better than introducing you to people who know me best. And people like Erza, she’s got no problem telling it like she sees it. If I was an asshole, she would have been the first to tell you to run away.”

“Yeah, she mentioned you’ve been co-workers for a few years. She seems nice, but I can see what you mean cause she looks tough too.”

Natsu laughs, “that’s an understatement. Oh! Come with me,” he grabs her hand and pulls her along, “gramps is still in the office, so you should meet him!”

“Gramps?”

“He’s the owner. Real name’s Makarov but he tells us to call him Gramps. He really is like a grandfather figure to us. Gave me a job at 17 and I’ve loved every minutes being here!”

She follows along, allowing him to hold her hand. Lucy couldn’t lie that his larger hand was nice and warm, and it felt snug and secure together. ‘Stick to your guns woman!’ She chides herself in an effort to fight the emotions bubbling to the surface. What was it about this man’s damn smile that made her heart thump!

Natsu knocks on the doorframe before going in. “Gramps! There someone I want you to meet.”

The older make looks up from his paperwork. “What is it brat, I’m busy here.”

“Be nice old man, this is that girl Lucy I told you about.”

“Oh... the elusive Lucy you’ve sold your soul for.” He snickers. “Welcome, my dear, it’s nice to finally meet the woman who wrangle our Natsu.”

“W-Wrangle?” She sputters. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. We barely had one date.”

“I’ve known this kid for a few years and he’s never so much as looked at a woman. I thought he was gay for the longest time till you came along.” He grins. “And by the looks of you, he lucked into a good one.”

The blush on Lucy’s face increases. “I don’t know about that. I mean I’m nothing special.”

“Lucy,” Makarov leans into his desk, “may I call you Lucy?” Once she nods, he continues. “Never sell yourself short if someone gives you a compliment. Take it from this old geezer, when a man is willing to give you his heart, that means you’re pretty special in their eyes.”

She had nothing else to say against such logic. “Thank you, gramps.”

“You’re very welcome,” he smiles. “Now get out, I have work to do.”

For a few more hours, Lucy hangs out with Natsu in the back while he works, and as promised, he buys her a bento dinner from the restaurant next door. Throughout the evening, his co-worker Erza and one more named Mira drops by to check on them or add to the conversation. She learned a lot about him from them because they were not shy about embarrassing the man. It was hilarious!

But best of all, Mira is the sister of the girl who was harassed by Touka. According to the woman, Touka had started off with the same tactics when she’d thought Natsu was seeing her sister Lisanna. Showing up, trying to talk to her, coming off all sweet and innocent. But Lisanna had a boyfriend who eventually scared the girl off. With Mira’s help, Lucy could finally be confident that Natsu had been telling the truth all along.

When the store closes, Natsu insists on walking Lucy home due to the late hour. He pays for them to take the train to make it a faster and safer trip. So, once settled in their seats, she sighs and turns to him. “I believe you now,” her voice is kept soft and low from the other travelers. “You were telling me the truth.”

It was like a wave of relief washes over him, but in that moment, it wasn’t time for an I told you so, so he just grins. “Movie date next?”

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Ice Cold ~Part 1

A/N: Very exciting new series! I’m pumped! Hope you guys like it! If not please be gentle with me I’m not doing great rn lmao Just kidding constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!

"Alright (y/n) one more thing." the lady interviewing me said while closing my portfolio. "Welcome to the team."

"Really?" I said incredulously.

"Yes. You do amazing work and we would love to have you on our photography media team."

"Thank you so much! When do I start?"

"Well we're going to do some paperwork today, introduce you to your partner and get you cleared to go photograph the Maple Leafs game Saturday."

"Alright that sounds great!"

The day passed by in an excited blur. I did all the paperwork necessary and all the confidentiality requirements that go along with working for Roger's sports and media. I met a lot of people but the most memorable were my partner Amy and a journalist named Peter. Amy seemed like someone I would have a lot of fun with and Peter was just cute and kinda funny. I made sure to get their numbers before I started my walk to the subway to get back home. I put on my favourite podcast, Cult Liter by Spencer Henry, and started walking. I don't know if it was the podcast or just being in the middle of downtown Toronto but it felt like I was being watched. I shook it off and went into the underground to get home.

Two days later I was walking into the Scotiabank arena to meet Amy outside. I was so nervous but it was so exciting. My love of sports and my passion for photography coming together so perfectly. I found Amy pretty quickly, her green hair making her easy to spot.

"Hey!"

"Hi! You ready to go in?"

"Yes! I'm so excited! I love hockey but I've never been able to afford to go to a game so this is actually super cool."

"Yeah I'm not really into sports but I love photography. I'm excited for you though, that's gonna be so fun for you!" She said elbowing my side. "Do you like either of the teams playing?"

"I'm not a fan of Toronto to be honest. I like a lot of players though. I really like Montreal though so this should be fun!"

"Yeah that'll be cool! So just so you know, we're going to have to go through a lot of security and pat downs. It sucks but it is what it is."

We really did have to do a lot of security stuff. I was kind of surprised but at the same time not really. We were going to be going through close to the players and seeing them after the game. I kind of followed Amy's lead through everything.

We got to our place where we would take pictures and started setting up our equipment. As soon as the guys came out onto the ice I was so excited. I started snapping pictures of all the guys. I was mostly supposed to take pictures of Toronto but hey I'm not letting an opportunity to photograph the literal perfect man Max Domi go. I was taking pictures of Fredrik Andersen when he skated into frame. He was staring at me and I lowered the camera making eye contact with him. It was a weird moment, probably only a couple seconds, but it felt like forever. It was a little unsettling but I was so intrigued. I really loved him as a player and it was kinda cool that he acknowledged me. I got nervous though and looked away.

"That was weird." Amy said quietly.

"Okay good so I'm not the only one who thought that was strange?"

"No that was definitely weird. I've never seen Nylander do that before."

"Weird.." I looked back up and he was shaking his head laughing. "It's probably just because I'm new."

"Yeah that could be it."

We focused again on taking pictures throughout the game although I definitely started actually watching and cheering which Amy found hilarious. She ended up taking a picture of me when Montreal got a goal. There were a couple more awkward times where he just stared at me. One time he got a goal while never taking his eyes away from mine. I was definitely impressed but I always was with him so it wasn't exactly a surprise.

Toronto ended up winning unfortunately. 7-4. After the game was done Amy and I went to upload the pictures to a company hard drive as backup.

"We are going out drinking to celebrate your first day!"

"I'm hardly dressed for a club."

"Who cares everyone's gonna be drunk. I want to celebrate with you, get to know you better."

"Alright fine I'm down. Let's go!"

We went to a pretty lowkey bar that was close to the arena. We went up to the bar and sat down ordering two vodka cranberries. We just talked about what had brought us to where we were now. What happened in our lives. I really trusted her and I found myself thinking we were going to be best friends. 

"I don't mean to interrupt your story but uh, William is in here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah behind us, 3 o'clock." I turned slightly to look and found him already staring with a grin on his lips.

"God how long has he been looking at me?"

"Since they sat down about 5 minutes ago."

"Unbelievable." I said scoffing. "What's his problem?"

"Maybe he wants to know you?"

"Then why wouldn't he come over here and talk to me?"

"We could go talk to them?"

"Amy! As if my anxious brain would ever let me approach a group of hockey players if I'm not forced to for work."

"Well maybe you won't have to. He's coming over."

"Oh for fuck sake." I downed the rest of my drink as he sat down on my right. Amy got up and went I don't know where. I turned to look at him.

"Hello." He murmured, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Uh hi."

"What are you having?"

"Vodka cranberry."

"A baby drink." He turned to the bartender and signalled for two more to be brought over. 

"Yeah well." 

"I'm William."

"(Y/n)."

"You're new." It wasn't a question but I treated it like one.

"Yes today was my first day."

"How was it? I noticed you not cheering for us."

"It was good. I've never been to a game so it was fun as well as work. And yes you noticed right. Toronto is not my hockey team."

"Ouch you wound me."

"Want a bandaid?"

"Pfft no I think I'll manage." He said with a chuckle. "You're funny."

"Yes I am. Thank you for noticing." I said with a grin.

"I like your smile."

"Shut up that's not even my real smile." I laughed.

"Yeah but I got one right there and i like it too." He smiled then frowned looking behind me.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid my friends don't like that I'm over here talking to you."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to steal you from your friends."

"You didn't, it's not that, I promise. It's uh.. complicated."

"Complicated how?"

"We have this agreement."

"What kind of agreement?"

"Man you ask a lot of questions."

"I'm sorry." I said blushing immediately.

"Don't be. We have an agreement to not talk to girls when we go drinking."

"Oh how come?"

"We're the rookies. Doesn't really look good on us to be seen with women all the time."

"So they're mad that I'm talking to you?"

"They think I'm trying to sleep with you."

"Are you?"

"Not right this moment." He said with a wink making me laugh.

"Then what are you doing William?" I asked, still smiling at him, resting my head on my hand.

"Making a good first impression I hope. Starting to get to know you perhaps?"

"Why?"

"You're very interesting. Intriguing even. I want to know you."

"That's bold of you to assume. I'm pretty boring you know. Nothing special here."

"I don't agree at all." He said seriously, holding my gaze with warm eyes. "Hey do you maybe want to get out of here?"

"Nylander, I thought you weren't trying to fuck?"

"I'm not. I'm just sick of the glares." he said pointing back to his table. I looked back and locked eyes with an angry Auston Matthews.

"Brr. If looks could kill I'd probably be dead right now."

"Let's go." I must have looked unconvinced because he added, "I promise you'll leave me with your virtue intact."

"Pfft it's hardly intact. What about my friend though?"

"Check your phone, I heard it vibrate, it might've been her." I stared at him hard. "What?"

"You heard it vibrate? In my winter coat pocket?"

"Um maybe it was something else but I thought it was a phone. I have good hearing."

"Ooohkay." I said taking my phone out. "Well you were right. Amy met up with her boyfriend and is headed home."

"So will you come with me?"

"I guess so." I shrugged putting my coat back on. I jumped off the stool and waited for him. "Lead the way."

"You're smaller than I thought."

"Sorry..?"

"No no you've got nothing to apologize for. I'm just usually not off with my perceptions."

"You're a strange one William." I said as he opened the door for me and we stepped out into the frigid winter air.

"You could say that yes." He said with a smile. "Would you be alright to walk around for a little bit? I love when it snows. Something about the snow falling at night is so peaceful."

"Yeah that would be fun. I agree. I love walking in the snow at night time."

"Do you often walk around Toronto at night?"

"No not often. I'm too paranoid to do it much."

"That's probably a good idea. You never know what dangers lurk out here at night." 

"Crackheads." I said nodding solemnly, making his burst out laughing.

"That's not exactly what I meant but yes crackheads are not to be messed with."

"I'm more paranoid when no one is around. I think I hear things and I'm on red alert all the time. Sorry that's kinda weird."

"No, you're fine. I understand, although I'm much more nervous about people than I am the lack of them."

"How come?"

"People lie. People will pretend to like you. Learn your secrets and destroy you. It's very rare that I trust a person to get close to me at all."

"Do you trust me..?"

"Yes. You're different, I can tell. There's just something about you that makes me think you'd keep a secret to your dying breath."

"You're right about that. I'd never share something that wasn't mine to share unless someone was in immediate danger. Kinda like a therapist. Confidential until someone might die."

"That's a good way to be. No one likes a snitch." He said making me laugh.

"Dude aren't you cold?"

"No I'm fine."

"But you're just wearing that flimsy jacket. It can't be very warm."

"I promise you I am perfectly comfortable."

We walked around for a while longer talking about hockey mostly before we split ways to head home. As I was going down the steps to the subway I could've sworn I'd seen Auston glaring from across the road. I shook the thought, that would be crazy. I couldn't get past the feeling of being watched though so I made sure to lock up the windows and doors, even checking them twice before going to bed.

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 8

Words Count: 4.4k

TW: Smut

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I wasn’t able to sleep properly that night so I went to school looking like a zombie. I head straight to the vending machine, in desperate need of caffeine. As I made my way towards my locker, I saw Park Jimin and his group of friends coming from the opposite way. His eyes flickered towards me.

I looked down almost immediately. God- I had no idea why it suddenly felt so embarrassing. I continued straight towards my locker and chunked my books inside. I turned around and regretted instantly. I was met with a sight of two girls scurrying towards Jimin. I was a few meters apart but I could easily read the situation. They wanted his attention and he easily gave it to them! He was flirting back.

I felt my heart sank slowly. Why? You thought after all the time that you spent with him - he’d somehow look at you? A voice inside my head said. I could clearly picture her scoffing at me. I shook my head as I smiled pitifully at myself.

I was going to wait for Jimin at the locker because I had something to say to him but since he seemed occupied with a scene that does not really bring joy to me, I walked away. I still texted him to meet up out front at the bus stand.

It took him about 20 minutes to show up. I pulled one side of my earphone.

“You could’ve waited for 5 minutes just now.”

I ignored his remark. “There’s a fundraising event next week so I won’t be able to see you on Wednesday.” I said matter-of-factly.

He raised his brows. “You’re joining?”

“Yes, I’m in the committee.” I answered impatiently. “So-“

“What will you be doing?”

I threw a look of are-you-serious-right-now. “Carwash.” I replied in exasperation. My bus had arrived. He frowned but didn’t press further so I continued. “So, again, I won’t be seeing you next week.”

He snorted. “Pfft. It’s summer anyways. Who the fuck studies during holidays.”

“I mean-“

“Fine.” He cut me off. “Then I guess you owe me.”

I simply nodded because technically I do owe him. He glanced around but frowned towards the people queuing to hop on the bus.

“Are you heading home?” He asked and I nodded. “Okay. I’ll send you home.”

“Nevermind.” I said and hopped on the bus without glancing back at him.

I woke up with a surge of excitement that day. It was finally the day of fundraising event where any profit that we gain would be sourced to all sorts of organization in need such as autistic kids. The whole committee had spent months planning this. I was sleep deprived up until last night but since today’s the day, I can’t keep the buzzing excitement away. Also, I can’t wait to get this over and sleep all day long after that.

The committees all wore white shirt customized for the event so I paired it with a long pair of blue jeans. I made an attempt to look presentable by curling my hair slightly although I knew that at the end of the day I’d look like a mess after running here and there.

I arrived at college at 8 and was literally out of breath 20 minutes later. I ran around to make sure everything was smoothly set up. My carwash duty won’t start until 10 later so I stopped by Ah Young’s booth to help her get started. She paired with Mina, another girl of the same year to sell cupcakes, macaroons and a lot other delicacies.

“It’s gonna be just fine.” Ah Young assured me when she saw my eyes scanning around every corner just to identify if anyone’s in need of help.

I smiled kindly at her. “It better be. I had so much sleepless nights for this.”

“True, true.”

“Anyway, thanks a lot for helping me out too. You’re always there to save me.” I hugged her shoulders.

“Anytime, babygirl.” She winked at me.

I glanced at my watch. It was almost 10AM so I excused myself from her booth and made my way towards the other side of the school’s parking lot, towards where the carwash would take place.

Some other students had been in charge to distribute flyers informing our carwash service so we had plenty of customers. There was only a few the first hour but a number of cars approached after that.

I looked up when I heard people whistling. Apparently there was a BMW i8 entering the parking lot making its way for a carwash. I shook my head. Boys and their shining toys.

The driver went out and I noticed it was our senior Min Yoongi, one of Jimin’s close friends. Wow, rich kids be hanging out around rich kids huh? For a moment, I thought his eyes flickered towards me but I could be wrong.

Speaking of Jimin.. where is he anyway? I don’t think he does this kind of shit, the other voice in my mind said. I nodded in agreement.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Jeon Jungkook grinning widely with his bunny teeth at me.

“Hey!” It had always been great to see Jungkook. He’s normal and not intoxicating like someone... although Jungkook is good looking, yes but his bright personality made it all seem easy. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my break turn and I already had my lunch. I thought you could use some help? Maybe go and grab a lunch? I can cover for you.”

I glanced at my watch. I didn’t realize it was already noon. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m not that hungry yet. But we could always make use of some extra hand.”

He grinned even widely I almost thought his lips were gonna rip apart.

We had fun working our ass off cleaning the cars, whistling our way when expensive cars came through, shouting over the noise with stupid conversations. The amount of cars coming through slowed down in numbers. We had plenty of time to work on the same car together. It was all good until Jungkook decided to be an ass and started teasing me by sprinkling water with soap.

“Stop it.” I glared at him. Of course; knowing the playful personality of his, he didn’t. Instead he was now threatening me with a bucket of soap water. “Oh no you wouldn’t dare!”

“Come and test me.” A devilish smile crept on his face.

I quickly backed myself from him. It all happened so fast then- I tripped over someone’s bucket of water, fell flat on my butt and got sprayed by water.

“Ya Kim Hana!” Jae, a boy same year as mine rushed over to say sorry.

“It’s fine.” I said but I was slightly creeped out by the way he was staring at me.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook extended his hand to help me out.

I nodded as soon as I got on my feet. I noticed Jae was still staring at me while Jungkook’s eyes were looking anywhere except me. I frowned. I wanted to question him but someone approached us to ask if his car was done so I quickly went and retrieved his keys.

JIMIN’S POV

I made my way to the bathroom. As I relieved myself, I heard some other boys entering as well. I was far at the corner and they were deep in conversation so I took it that they didn’t notice my presence.

“Yah- Glad we listened to Woong. Just now was the highlight of my day.”

“I know! I didn’t know it was that easy to make the girls wet.” He made a groaning sound.

“Yah to be honest doing carwash was difficult but seeing all those wet bodies underneath their shirts.. hmmph-“

Carwash? Wet bodies? Didn’t Hana mention she’ll be doing a car wash for this fundraising event?

“I know, man. Yah did you see Hana? Kim Hana? Damn, I thought she was a total nerd, dude. Can’t believe she was hiding a body like that all these time.”

What the fuck? I quickly zipped my pants and charged towards the two guys. They were in my year, I wasn’t entirely sure of their names but I can recognize their faces. I held one of them at their collar shirt. The other one panicked seeing me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” My tone was low and menacing.

“W-what do you mean?” The other guy asked because the person I was currently holding was choking.

“What the fuck were you guys saying about Kim Hana?” I roared.

And then the other guy explained that Woong who was also in the same year as us told them to sign up for carwash. That way they’ll have a chance to see girls with wet bodies by pulling a prank and spraying them with water. I wasted no time punching them in their face after that. I couldn’t contain my disgust.

I immediately went out and began to search for Hana. I headed towards the campus compound where the festival was located at. Within seconds I spotted Kim Hana a few yards away from me. Something burned inside me when I saw her talking animatedly with Jeon Jungkook, the new boy. I went straight towards the car wash area. When I arrived, she seemed oblivious to my presence. I went up to her and snatched the hose away from her.

She seemed shocked to see me. “What the-“

I grew even madder at her sight. She was wearing jeans with her white shirt tucked inside. And they were wet- I could completely see her black bra underneath. “Are you stupid?” I bellowed at her. My tone came out harsher than I intended to and I saw her flinching at my sudden outburst.

“What are you talking about?” She eyed around her, obviously afraid that I’m making a scene and that’d attract people’s attention. Then she looked at me, her eyes scrutinizing me. “Did you fight again?”

I shut my eyes in exasperation. It took me so much not to yell at how stupid she is. Why is she so dumb letting people take advantage of her so easily? I let out a huge breath, trying to remain calm. “I’ll do it.”

Her expression confused.

“I said I’ll do it.” I toned down my voice slightly. I tried hard not to let my eyes roam lower than her face but it was taking all of the effort in me. Fuck, of all days, why did I choose today not to wear a jacket? I could’ve given it to her and helped her cover herself. “If I’m here to replace you then you don’t have to do it right? Just- go home.”

She seemed puzzled by my actions and I softened a bit. “Go. I’ll cover for you.” I said softly. “Just- cover yourself well.” I muttered.

She immediately look down on her shirts and her eyes widened. I tried to stifle a smile at ther reaction. Her hands automatically went across her chest. Yeah, now you know.

“T-thanks.” She muttered and then walked away.

I looked up to see Jungkook staring at me. His expression unreadable. Was he part of the whole prank too?

*KIM HANA*

My brows creased as I made my way towards Ah Young’s booth. Jimin asked me to go home but obviously I wouldn’t. I think I needed some explanation from him. Why was he acting like that anyway? He is so mercurial and unpredictable I was constantly left confused by his actions.

“Hey! You’re done with your work?” Ah Young asked as soon as she saw me.

“Actually, no.” I said, frowning. “Jimin said he’ll cover for me.”

“Huh. I wonder why.” She raised her brows at me.

I shook my head. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

I was quite sure that she was about to say something but was interrupted by a customer stopping by. Ah Young’s booth was not that far from the carwash. I could see Jimin’s back as he sprayed water at the cars. I was surprised that he actually does his job. I made a mental note on how many times he gave a different turn of events than what I expected him to do. Then again, what do I know about him? Outside yes, he is all the bad things. Obnoxious, rude, playboy and a lot other negative adjectives. But that’s what he chose to lay out for people to see. Why do I constantly get the feeling that he’s not just all that?

“Is someone in love?” I hear Ah Young’s voice.

I jumped a little. I turned to see her leaning against the table, hands on her waist. I stifled an awkward laugh. “What are you talking about?”

She smiled kindly at me. “It’s not something wrong to fall in love you know. Just want you to be careful. He’s a nice piece of ass but you can’t deny he’s dangerous.”

I swallowed my saliva. “I guess that’s true.” I smiled sadly. “Ah Young ah, I’ll just head to the washroom real quick, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, go go.”

As I made my way towards the washroom, I overheard something that made me stop on my tracks. Some boys were talking at some empty corner.

“Aish- we got into a fight with Park Jimin just now.” One of them said. Was it Jae?

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, and it was all because I said Kim Hana’s wet body looked so good.” I clasped my hands on my mouth.

The other guy laughed. “To be honest, you deserve that.”

“What- I was just following Woong’s suggestion.” He groaned.

I couldn’t listen on the conversation anymore so I walked away immediately. My head was spinning. Was Jimin trying to protect me? Was that why he was so angry at me? But why? Why would he? He doesn’t have any feelings towards me.. does he?

I ran back out. My intention to pee suddenly evaporated. My heart was racing as I tried to wrap my head around the situation. As soon a I reached Ah Young’s booth, I slung my bag onto my shoulder.

“Ah Young ah, I’m going to head back first.” I said in a rush.

“Oh sure, we’re gonna wrap it up in a few minutes anyway. Are you okay?” She frowned at me. Shit, this isn’t the time to be held back by Ah Young’s Inquisition.

I nodded, trying to force a smile.

“Well,” she went in for a hug. “Will I see you during summer?”

I smiled down at her. “Of course you will.

“Bye!”

I waved at her and then went straight towards the carwash area. I scanned the area to see Jimin still working on wiping a car. Briefly, I marveled at his deliciously toned back. I walked towards him.

“Hana-ya!” Jungkook called as soon as he saw me. But I don’t want to talk to him right now.

Jimin turned around and his eyes met mine. Staring fixatedly at him, I went straight at him and took his fingers in mine as I pulled him out of the place. He blinked as he tried to process what was happening.

I didn’t care at the heads turning twice at the sight of me pulling Park Jimin by his hands. I didn’t stop as I dragged him out of the campus.

“Where are you taking me?” He finally asked once we’re out of the entrance gate, my fingers still gripping his.

I didn’t answer but I continued to drag him with me although my steps had visibly slowed and now we looked like we’re walking hand in hand, side by side. He didn’t question further as he knew the direction we’re heading to.

We reached my small apartment and I punched in the passcodes quickly. I led him inside and towards the sofa. He took a seat and I finally let go of his hand as I went straight to my room to retrieve a first aid kit.

I sat beside him and placed his hands on my lap. He watched me in silence as I nursed his bloodied knuckles. I carefully cleaned his cut and put bandage over it. Then I looked at his face without meeting him in the eye. I spotted a tiny cut above his right brow. I proceeded to wipe it with cotton buds.

I had no idea what washed over me that I wasn’t at all frantic over this close proximity with Jimin, the subtle skin contact with him as well as his piercing stare as I nursed him. Maybe because I was too absorbed in my job or I was far too concerned about his cuts and wounds. As soon as I was done, the awkward atmosphere filled the air. I tensed.

“Am I allowed to talk now?”

I tried to stifle a smile. I noticed that his shirt was also wet. Wet enough to tell me that there’s some very toned muscles underneath it. “Yes.”

“Thank you for nursing me. Although it was merely small cuts.” He said as he placed one arm over the sofa’s back.

I stared at him, my expression serious. “I know what you did.”

“What did I do?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. I overheard Jae’s conversation.”

He regarded me for a moment. “Well then maybe that should make my feelings clear I guess.”

What? I searched his eyes for a hint of joke but there was none. I scoffed. “Let’s not play around. We’re strictly business, you know that.”

I could almost swear that his face fell for a second but it was too brief for me to make sure. He then tried to pull his shirt over his head.

“What are you doing?!” I screamed as I shut my eyes closed. As if it wasn’t enough, my hands flung against my eyes too.

I could hear him chuckling. “My shirt is wet. I need to dry it.”

I opened my eyes slightly but shut it again because he was now completely shirtless. “It-it’s just right beside my kitchen-“ I stammered. I felt him raise and then went straight towards the dryer.

I groaned. How was I supposed to open my eyes if he’s going to be shirtless for the next half an hour? I then realized that my shirt was wet too just now. I stood up, trying to find my way towards my room but someone stopped me.

“Where are you trying to go?” Jimin asked, his voice and his hot breath near my face told me that he was standing very near to me.

“My-my room.” I stuttered.

“If you don’t want to end up having bruises, I suggest you open your eyes.”

“No.” I replied almost immediately. But I felt his hands gripping mine, tearing them away from my eyes, slowly placing it on each side of my body. My eyes were still shut tight though.

“Just open your eyes. There’s nothing.” He persuaded.

I gave in. I slowly opened my eyes. I knew he was still shirtless but I locked my eyes with his. He was staring at me so deeply it sent electrical surge throughout my body. His gaze was intense and hot. I tried to look away but he was quicker to cup my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at him. He inched closer and I gulped, my imagination running wild on the possibility of his next action.

He inched closer and closer, and then I felt his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes, savouring his taste. It felt so right against mine, as if it was meant to be mine. After what felt like so long, he released my lips.

“Now- tell me,” he whispered. His voice so low and seductive. “Is this a kiss? Or is this still our lips merely brushing?” My breath hitched. I sensed him smiling as his lips still ghosting against mine. “I know you want me.”

“I-I don’t-“ I stammered as I felt heat gathered at my face.

“Are you sure? Even when we’re.. this close?” His fingers circling my cheek softly.

Shiver went down my spine at his words. I thought that was just it but he proved me wrong. He crashed his lips against mine again, this time pushing it deeper. He kept persuading me to give in and reply to his kiss. I refused at first, or at least tried to but he was so skillful and his tongue was so persistent demanding entrance that I finally gave in. I could almost sense his smile as he gained access. His one hand was at the small of my back, giving me support which I was thankful for because with the amount of air being sucked from my lung and how my legs are turning jelly, I would’ve collapsed right then and there if it wasn’t for his support. His other hand moved from my chin towards the back of my neck, pulling me closer towards him.

He tasted sweet and it was almost addictive to continue kissing him. I had never been kissed this way in my whole life. It was careful, passionate yet there was a bit of an urgency in it too.

“I’ve been missing the taste of your lips ever since I kissed you for the first time.” He whispered in between kisses.

He does? My heart skipped a beat. Does that mean he had been thinking about me? He pushed my shoulders gently until I was seated on the sofa without breaking the kiss and he followed suit beside me.

He kissed me so passionately I felt like I was in euphoria. He held my waist and I didn’t know where the courage came from but my hands roamed around his stomach. Shit I forgot he was shirtless. I tried to move my hands away but he was quick to lead them back on his stomach. He guided me towards his toned six packs. He wants me to touch him..

I hesitantly let my hands roam around his stomach and his chest. Damn it, I should stop. I know I should but my body won’t cooperate. I moaned under his touch.

Jimin’s hand went from my waist towards my nape. Then he moved lower.. towards my chest. He brushed his hands against my breast and it was enough to make me whimper from the sensation. The small touches were killing me. Then I felt it. His hands groping my breast, giving me a surge of pleasure. I moaned louder.

“Fuck- you’re making me hard.” He said.

And then I realized that I, Kim Hana was currently making out with Park Jimin. “We need to stop.” I said, breathless. He had now moved his kisses towards my chin and my neck. Shit, I moaned again. My neck was my most sensitive part and he mercilessly planted wet kisses on them.

“Why?” He asked in between kisses. “Do you not like it? Hmm?”

“Ahhhhhggg-“ I moaned as he licked my nape and groped my breast hard.

“Stop me if you don’t like this.” His hand crept under my shirt and reached my breast in no time. He pulled my bra down and he could see my breast under my wet transparent shirt now. He groped and fumbled with my mountains and I moaned again under his touch. “Stop me if you don’t want me now.”

I wanted to stop him because this shouldn’t be happening - because Park Jimin’s bad news and I shouldn’t cross the border line I’ve created ever since I had to partner with him. But he was irresistible. He was too skillful at his touch.

“Ahhh- hmmph,” I was falling apart from the hot and passionate kisses he’s giving me and his fingers that skillfully massaged my breast. “This is wrong..” I whimpered.

“Is it though? Your body says otherwise.” He said as he bites into my neck, a loud moan inevitably escaping my mouth.

“Jimin- stop.. we can’t do this.” I said, trying to find my voice.

“I know you want it too,” he said, all too seductively.

“Jimin, stop.” I said, this time more firmly.

He stilled at my words this time. The air was silent except for our heavy breathings. He then retracted his hand from underneath my shirt and removed his lips from my neck. I missed his touch as soon as it left mine. I hated myself.

I could hear his uneven breath. I didn’t dare to look up to his eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said softly.

He was silent for a few seconds, trying to process things. I assumed he was just as carried away as I did. He then leaned away, making a few centimetres more distance between us. His eyes searched for mine.

“I’m sorry.” I repeated softly. “This is a mistake. We can’t do this. This is wrong.”

“I-“ he paused. “I’m sorry too.”

He looked so distraught I almost wanted to kiss the frown away from his forehead. Shit- Hana. You’re the one asking him to stop. I readjusted my bra and my shirt and then I raised to my feet, walking towards the dryer.

His shirt was done so I quickly took it and went back towards Jimin. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me but it almost seemed painful. Why am I feeling guilty at making him disappointed? I wet my lips as I carefully help him wear his shirt.

“You know what? You’re the first girl that ever rejected me.” One of his eyebrows was raised.

I had no idea what to reply to that but I was relieved he was not angry. “Someone had to do the honor.”

He chuckled and I was again struck by his beautiful smile. “I’m sorry. I just can’t help it.”

Can’t help- what?

Suddenly he leaned into me, closing the proximity between us. His facial expression serious. “I know you have a crush on me.”

My heart skipped a beat and I gulped. How the heck does he know that? If it isn’t too obvious, a voice in my mind retorted. “No- I don’t.” I tried to say as firmly as I can.

He backed away and leaned against the sofa. “You do. You just won’t admit it.”

“No I don’t.”

“It’s okay. I’ll make sure you admit to it one day.” He smirked at me the very same smirk that had haunted me years ago. It continued to haunt me for the rest of the summer.

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Hate to Love You Part 7

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count:2,804 yeehaw the longest part so far hope it was worth the wait

Warnings: smut and just again the family shit is all fictional and not reflective of what I think jimmy’s family is like okay ty

In the days following you post-game hook up with Jimmy you felt... surprisingly good. Maybe it was the little mantra you adopted or an extra dose of wishful thinking, but you felt you had a good handle on yours and Jimmy’s relationship. Using the term relationship very loosely, of course.

You felt so good, in fact, that you didn’t even bat an eye when Brady asked you to go out to dinner with him, Gracia, and Jimmy. Gracia was heading back to Minnesota tomorrow and she wanted to see everyone before she went home. You were more than happy to oblige, paying no mind to Jimmy being in attendance.

When you arrived at the restaurant, the hostess informed you part of your party was already there. You were excited to join Brady and Gracia, but that was not who you found at the table the waitress dropped you off at.

“Oh, it’s you,” Jimmy commented as you sat down across from him.

“Nice to see you too,” you grumbled, checking the time. You had been running late yourself, so Brady and Gracia were extra late. Brady was never late... well at least when he was with Gracia. Left to his own devices he’s been known to stroll in well beyond the agreed upon time, but with Gracia around they were always on time. An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you waited for your friends to arrive.God I hope they come soon.

Like clockwork, both of your phones went off. It was a message from Brady.

Hey guys so sorry. Gracia’s feeling really sick, we are going to have to cancel

You let out a groan. You traveled all the way across the city to get to this restaurant and you hadn’t bothered picking up any food for tonight since you planned on eating out. Trekking all the way back to your place just to be met by an empty fridge was not ideal.

You and Jimmy looked up at each as if to say, ‘now what?’

“Fuck it,” Jimmy said finally, picking up a menu, “I’m hungry and I’m staying. Stay if you want.”

You picked up the menu, telling him, “I’m staying for the food, not the company.” Jimmy half grunted, before you both buried your heads into the menus. That made it easy, you had something to shield yourself from him. You were able to occupy yourself with reading the selection of food, making the silence slightly less awkward. However, the waitress eventually came, taking your orders and the menus along with them. With no barrier between the two of you, you were forced to look at each other.

You decided you weren’t about to sit an uncomfortable for an entire meal, but you had know idea what to say. Did you and Jimmy even have anything in common? You really didn’t know. You guessed that would be a good start...

“You know I really don’t know anything about you,” you said, settling back into your seat. You had a feeling it was going to be an interesting night.

“I think you made a point to not know anything about me,” Jimmy replied, raising a brow at you. Fair point.

“Maybe so,” you replied, “But now I am making a point to know.”

“And where is this sudden interest coming from?” he questioned, taking a sip of his water.

Of course he wasn’t going to make this easy. “I don’t know, figure I should know more than just the name of the person I’m hooking up with.”

“Didn’t seem to care that much about anything else in that closet,” Jimmy smirked. You rolled your eyes, wondering if it was too late to get your food to go.

“Maybe I don’t wanna just sit here in silence the whole night,” you snapped, “But if you’re gonna be a dick about it...”

“Alright, alright,” Jimmy put his hands up, “Just having some fun.” Clearly the two of you had very different definitions of fun. “What do you wanna know?”

You shrugged, “Whatever you think is important.”

“Hmm, well I went to Harv-”

“No,” you shook your head, “That I know.” Jimmy made sure everyone he met knew that, regardless of how much or little he liked them.

“A man can’t be proud of his accomplishments?” he questioned.

“He can, but this isn’t what you’re proud of it’s about you,” you reminded him, “What about your family?” You were still a little curious about him and his father. You knew Brady said it was like that a lot, but you were wondering just how bad it was. If he would even tell you.

“Well you met my dad,” he replied simply. You sensed he was guarded, which didn’t really surprise you. It seemed like a touchy subject and you weren’t exactly someone he had a history of confiding in.

“I wouldn’t exactly say met,” you said, “More like he grunted in my direction and then completely ignored me.”

“That’s as good as meeting him,” Jimmy sighed, “Better off keeping your distance from him. I wish I could.” Jimmy paused, almost like he surprised himself with his own words. “That probably sounds really shitty.”

“No I get it,” you shook your head, “I wouldn’t put my dad up for father of the year award either.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well my parents divorced when I was really little,” you began, “Shortly after he started a new family and had more kids. I guess he was so busy being a father to them he forgot about his first child.” It felt kind of weird to be so personal with Jimmy, but it was also kind of natural. Maybe it was because he would understand the crappy dad struggle, but it was easy to open up to him about it, even if it was something you didn’t talk to most about.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Jimmy replied. From anyone else you would have thought it was just a half-assed response because they didn’t know what to say, but from Jimmy... it was comforting. It was sincere, you knew he understood.

“You got that right,” you sighed, reaching for your glass, “Here’s to surviving shitty dads.” Jimmy laughed, picking up his glass and clinking it against yours.

From there, the conversation flowed a lot more naturally. Who knew all it took was bad father figures to bring people together? You learned Jimmy was the oldest of three and was really close with his mom. The only thing he knew how to cook in any fashion was gingerbread cookies.

“Okay maybe I’m using the term cook loosely,” he chuckled at himself, “I help my mom put the ingredients together and mix for her. She says I’m the only one strong enough to give the batter the good mix it needs.”

“You lost me when you said you cook gingerbread cookies,” you told him, “You bake cookies not cook them.”

“Then they shouldn’t be called cookies,” Jimmy defended himself. “Besides, what really matters is the decorating contest we have after and I almost always win that.” You laughed, thinking of Jimmy extremely concentrated on piping icing onto a little gingerbread man.

You also learned more about his siblings and how his brother also playing hockey created one chaotic household. It created a rivalry that wasn’t always the healthiest - egged on by their dad surprise surprise- but they’ve calmed down since. Now they’re both just trying to help each other get better. It was also really sweet to hear him talk about his little sister, who he worried about being away at school.

“I just don’t want any douche bad guys messing with her.”

“So she should stay away from every guy like you?” you teased.

“Oh absolutely.”

You were also laughing a lot more than you thought you would. Jimmy was funny when he wasn’t being an ass. It was pretty easy to bounce off him, your sense of humor jiving really well. You even found your walls coming down a bit as you told him more about yourself. You think this was the longest you’ve ever talked to him with someone making a snide comment or an argument starting.

“Hope you enjoyed your date,” your waitress smiled, placing the check down.

“It’s not a date,” you both replied immediately. Your faces flushed red, the waitress laughing lightly and apologizing. An innocent comment, but it made the energy shift, injecting an awkwardness between the two of you that had finally dissipated. 

“Let’s go,” Jimmy huffed, tossing down money on the table. You both jumped up, making a beeline for the door. Once outside, you both turned to each other, hovering on the sidewalk. Not even the din of the city street could eat through the tense silence.

It sort of did feel like a date, at least right now it did. It was like he had walked you to your door after a night out and now you were both waiting for someone to make a move. You could practically feel the pull towards him, wondering how bad a kiss could be.

“Brady would be proud we didn’t kill each other,” you blurted out suddenly, trying to banish that thought from your mind.

“Your hand got close to that knife a few times, honestly it had me sweating,” Jimmy joked, though there was a hint of tenseness in his voice.

“Not to worry, if I was gonna kill you it wouldn’t be in public like that.” God what were you saying? He probably thought you sounded crazy… and since when did you care about how you sounded to Jimmy.

“So it would be a bad idea to ask you to come back to my place?” Jimmy asked. You eye him suspiciously. That was a trap, right? He wanted to see if you were interested in coming back with him so he could tease you about wanting to fuck him or something.

“Brady and Garcia...” your voice trailed off. It was the safest thing to say until you knew if he was for real.

“Gracia got a hotel room this time,” Jimmy told you, “Something about wanting some privacy from an annoying roommate?” A crooked smile played at his lips as he spoke.

“I know the struggle,” you chuckled. It got quiet again and you realized he was waiting for an answer. “Sure I’ll go back to your place... I’ve got nothing better to do.” You added the last part to not seem too eager.

“Pfft, I’m the best thing you could do,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him, “We’ll see about that.” Jimmy followed behind you and you were happy to not have to make conversation. What did two people who didn’t like each other talk about on their way to have sex with each other? You certainly didn’t know.

No feelings, just sex. No feeling, just sex.

You reminded yourself as the elevator climbed to Jimmy’s floor. You both kept your eyes forward, fidgeting anxiously as each floor passed. It was weird, you’d never planned to have sex before, it had always just happened. You were entering uncharted territory and you wondered if it would be different.

Your mind wasn’t able to wander too long, the second you were through the door Jimmy’s was pulling you on to him. Your lips crashed together, tripping over each other as you made your way to the bedroom. 

You fell to the bed on top of each other, hands slipping under each other’s shirts. The clothes came off quickly, piling up on the floor. His hand slid between your legs, rubbing at your still-clothed pussy. You could tell by the smirk on his face you were soaked through them.

“Been a while since I made you cum on my fingers,” he mused, sliding your underwear down your legs, “I seem to recall you enjoying that.”

“It was okay,” you voice strained as he ran a finger up your slit. He slipped a finger into you, relishing how your back arched at his touch. He pumped his fingers into you as you wriggled beneath him.

“That’s it baby, fuck my fingers,” Jimmy coaxed as you rolled your hips. It almost got past you that he called you baby. Almost. You decided to compartmentalize that and address it later - the pressure building between your legs making it too difficult to think of anything else anyway.

Your orgasm hit you seconds after his thumb found your clit. “Fuck,” you cried out, not expecting the pleasure that was suddenly lighting up every nerve ending in your body.

“As good as I remember,” Jimmy smirked, stepping back to rid himself of his own clothing. You rubbed your thighs together as you watched him strip down to his boxers, antsy to have him inside you.

Jimmy’s eyes locked on to yours, making your stomach do a flip. A sudden wave of anxiety rushed over you. God the way he was looking at you, it was different. It felt weird, but right, yet also so wrong. His fingertips ghosting across your thighs was just too... intimate. Like yes sex was an intimate act in general, but it was just... too much. You weren’t like that with Jimmy. You couldn’t be like that with Jimmy.

You flipped yourself over, getting on your hands and knees. “Take me like this,” you demanded, wiggling your ass at him. You wanted the least romance as possible.

Jimmy didn’t seem to mind. “Oh- fuck - yeah okay.” You heard him rummaging behind you, presumably for a condom, before you felt the bed sink under the weight of his body. The head of his cock teased at your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.

“Don’t fucking tease,” you hissed as the throbbing between your legs grew to be near unbearable. 

“Needy one tonight,” he replied, his hands finding your hips.

“Oh,” you let out a low gasp as Jimmy pushed inside you. The new angle allowed him to press deeper into you, making your eyes roll back even after just a few strokes.

“God you feel so fucking good right now,” Jimmy groaned between the slaps of your hips meeting.

“Harder,” you told, ignoring that sort of compliment from Jimmy. That was a rarity from him and you didn’t want to play into it too much. A compliment was too close to intimate. 

Suddenly there was a hand in your hair, yanking your head back. You let out a sharp moan as Jimmy followed your instructions, pounding into you. “You like when I fuck you liked this? You want me to be rough with you?” he growled nipping at your ear. That’s definitely not romantic and it’s perfect.

“Yeah - fuck- give it to me Jimmy,” you moaned, pressing back on him further. He gripped your hips tighter and you could practically feel the bruises forming. The two of you fell silent, the sound of your wetness as Jimmy fucked your filling the room. It was borderline pornographic sounding but it was so hot.

You were close, but you needed more. You reached back, rubbing fast circles over your clit. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck that’s so hot,” Jimmy said breathlessly. 

You couldn’t even get a response out, hit with a second orgasm. All your muscles tensed before relaxing in a euphoric release. You gripped his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked you through your high. Jimmy was right there with you, his cock twitching inside you as he came.

Jimmy slid out of you when you both finished and you let out a soft gasp from the loss of contact. He got up to toss the condom away and you began to shift through the clothes on the floor, looking for yours. Jimmy pulled on sweats and a tee, flopping down on the bed as you got redressed.

“Stay,” his voice was so soft you almost didn’t hear it. You turned around, finding a very sleepy Jimmy batting his eyes at you. Did he really just... That was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

Yet there you were, pulling your jeans back off, leaving you in just your underwear and the shirt you came in. You crawled into bead next to him, the warmth of his body slightly putting your nerves at ease. This is wrong, you thought, but god it feels right.

“Y/n?” Jimmy murmured from behind you. He scooted closer to you, becoming your big spoon.

“Yeah?” you replied, not looking back at him.

“I..” his voice trailed off and for a second you thought he had fallen asleep, “I hate you still.” You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as your stomach filled with butterflies. It was stupid, but the way he said it, the pure fondness in the tone of his voice told you that isn’t what he meant.

“I hate you too,” you repeated the contrary sentiment clear in your voice. Jimmy’s arms tightened around you as you both drifted to sleep without another word.

[yoshimickster]

RETURN OF THE RWBY MICKSTERECAPS-(Rwby Volume 6x01 “Argus Limited” spoilers)

HEY EVERYBLOODY-sorry I’m a day late, went to a punk show and got home around 2 AM-EITHER WEITHER-let’s get to the show!

WE START OUT WITH-

A niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice and snowy landscape, *SIGH* so peaceful-BUT SUDDENLY-

0:28 First rule of Rwby, any scene that starts with a train is gon’ have SHIT GOIN’ DOWN YO!

0:32 See that? Giant fluffy Manticore Grimm-BUT THAT FUCKER GETS SLASHED-

0:38 I love the smell of Grimm dust *SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF* smells like victory-BUT THEN-

0:45 A WILD WEISS APPEARS-all smilin’ and KICKIN’ ASS!

0:57 AND FINALLY-

BUMBLEBEE-fighting together with absolutely no awkward tension between the two of them at a-PFFT-HAHAHAHAHA-oh I couldn’t say that with a straight face, but seriously they’re in a better place than last season. ALSO-

1:05  TEAM JNR-fashionably late as always, the sassy bitches.

Nora: WHY IS IT ALWAYS SOMETHING?!

Jaune: BECAUSE WE TRAVEL WITH MILO MURPHY’S ALCOHOLIC COUSIN!

And everybody just starst BLASTING THE SHIT OUT OF GRIMM-Ren sniping with knife guns, Jaune blocking with his shield, and Nora just doing her thing-ALSO-

1:17 FIRST RENORA MOMENT OF THE SEASON-at least ONE section of the shippers will be sated...although I DO find it weird how the two haven’t kissed on screen  yet, I mean like why not? They are UNDOUBTEDLY a couple now, what they tryna hide? Its kinda like how in a lot of Shonen manga when NO official couple kisses on screen, just odd to me.

Everything’s going fine...well fine for battle standards-UNTIL-

1:24 Jaune: TUNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!

Damn Miles has some pipes.

Everybah starts RUNNIN’ to the tunnel-BUT-

1:29

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWeiss gets suckerblasted by one of the manticore Grimm-IS THIS HER END?! 

NOPE-almost girlfriend to the rescue! AND THEN-

1:33 WHITEROSE COMBO MOVE-awesome.

WOO-that was one god damn minute and a half, like seriously! After that triumphant scene I’m sure we won’t transition to something absolutely horrifyi-

2:23 Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus Adam, you do NOT take getting dumped lightly do you? Ah well, at least he has that expensive chai-

2:32 *SLASH*

DAMMIT ADAM-what’d that chair ever do to you? Could’ve at least sold it at a Pawn shop, got a couple hundred Lien I’m betting, absolutely wasteful, SHAME Adam-SHAME! 

ATHENCUTTO-

2:44 THE TRAIN STATION FROM AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER-but in the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuture! Nah it ain’t, but it TOTALLY looks like that right?

Qrow than gives a shameless recap-I MEAN-reads his own letter that he’s sending to General Ironwood(he probably wrote it drunk so I’m betting he was checking for spalling erors...don’t you JODGE me) which he ends with-

3:43 “See you soon, bro”.

‘Daaaaaaaaw!

BUT THEN-a wild Ruby appears, utterly excited that her train’s coming up so she could get out of that god damned train station! I understand her antsyness, the wait can be a NIGHTMARE!

3:50

Well that hall way has enough space, I’m sure Ruby can just saunter on over to the gift shop-

...or use her semblance and dash on over there like a crazy person. One of these days your gonna HIT someone young lady-GAH!

Team...RWBY...OJNR...Ruby O’Junior, yeah let’s go with that, then has a short moment of shooting the shit.

Heh, look at these two, fussing over gifts-PROTECT THESE SWEET BABY CHILDREN AT ALL COSTS! 

ALSO-a random Nora Beach fantasy!

...that apparently leaked its way into reality. Oscar H. Pines, Nora is so thirsty to see Ren in a swimsuit she alters time and SPACE!

BUT-just when you thought everybody is completely happy about this-

4:31 WEISS-casually reminds everyone how hard it was for her to escape her abusive father, and how this is hard for her-CONTINUITY!

After Ruby than gives the obligatory pep-talk-WE ARE INTRODUCED TO-

-Dee and Dudley, two corrupt pro-huntsman who try to shake down Ruby O’Junior, one of whom is JUST 2 weeks from retirement.

They also condescendingly tell them they’ll give them extra protection if they pay them...did...did these idiots NOT watch the news?! THEY’RE PRACTICALLY A SUPERHERO TEAM!

AND NOW-the greatest Rwby Reaction pose of ALL time-

5:05

THIS right here, THIS is art.

Qrow than shows up and GIVES THEM THE BUSINESS! No-one tries to shake down HIS kids! 

5:17

Look at Dee’s dumbfounded ass face after talking back, this is Qrow fucking BRANWEN mother fucker! Now go lock that gate that Adam sneaked into!

5:48 Oscar: I’m sure glad its our job saving the world and not theirs.

Jaune: Yeah, now if ONLY one of us didn’t hide a billion secrets from all of us because reasons.

Ozpin: Okay let me at him.

Oscar: YOU SIT IN YOUR SHAME OLD MAN!

After that, everyone in Team Ruby O’Hara is READY to go, except for Blake which Weiss points out...in the best way possible-

5:55 Weiss: Just waiting for Blake, as usual.

HAHA-she abandoned her team for months on end.

A THEN CUT TO-

6:02 Blake saying good-bye to her almost-ex-girlfriend Ilia, and its just SWEET.

6:24 WHOA-that’s a little forward Ili-

6:25 Ooooooooooh that was DIRTY Rooster Teeth, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! DAH-but its still a cute good bye-ALSO-

6:55 BEST BOY SUN WUKONG-here to say good bye as well!

OH-and Neptune’s here too. Hi Neptune, still living under that idiotic lady killer facade?

Neptune: OH...I didn’t know Ilia was gonna be here.

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyup.

7:22 Blake: Wrong tree.

Sun: Yeah teaching him gaydar is one of many many MANY reasons I gotta rejoin my team.

The two than have a nice heart to heart about where they’re going in life, Sun needs to go back to Vacuo to be with his team he LITERALLY abandoned, Blake needs to save the world from a Maleficent cosplayer, they’re just passing ships in the night and it comes to a head...when Sun says this-

7:55 Sun:I GO WHERE I’M NEEDED...and...you don’t need me anymore!

Blake:...well when you say it like that it sound sad.

Aw man, sad Blake ears.

Sun(paraphrased): Despite everything I had a lot of fun but-

-you’re with who you’re supposed to be with now.

Bumblebee shippers will interpret THAT how they want to and I. Do. Not. Blame. THEM!

Sun and Blake than finish off their good bye saying they’ll probably see it again(and by probably we know definitely because COME ON Michael Jones is one of the heavy hitters in Rooster Teeth). The good bye then ends-

-with a cute Blacksun peck on the cheek. Feel conflicted about which ship for Blake is better yet? If not, you haven’t been watching this show so...what the hell are you reading this blog for? SHORT CUT TO-

8:49 

Neptune: I dunno man, it feels like your just letting her go.

Says the guy who can’t stick to one crush for more than five seconds. Notice how he didn’t say hi to Weiss? Because she’s logically MAD you blue haired Lothario!

AFTER THAT-there’s THIS little scene:

Sun: Now that your leader’s back and hardened from battle, I’ve gotta focus all of my time on getting you boys ready for the wastelands.

9:01

Neptune: *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH*.

Anyone else think Neptune’s sigh might mean something more than just annoyance? I know Sun said his team was okay with the small hiatus, but what if they weren’t? Also maybe he was insulted by Sun implying that his team was just standing around without him, that while Sun was going on his adventure time standed still with them. Sun’s a good kid, and was mature enough to let Blake go once she got her real team back, but even to his own admittance he’s not the best leader. Just saying, food for thought.

A THEN CUT TO-

9:05 A nice snowy train where nothing bad is gonna happen. And INSIDE THE TRAIN-

-a totally not-suspicious looking Maz Napata from Star Wars meets old lady Katara from Legend of Korra who will TOTALLY not interact with the main cast...totally. BUT-enough about that-BEHOLD-

9:22 ALL of team Rwby sleeping in a bunkbed room like the good old days-HUZZAH! But all is not well AS THERE IS ALSO-

SUPER AWKWARD TENSION BETWEEN YANG AND BLAKE! But nah, Yang tells Blake that while things are weird and it’ll take a while before things get back to normal, she glad she and her posse are back together which PROMPTS-

THIS cuteness, which Whiterose shippers will interpret how they will.

Either way its TIME TO PLAY VIDEO GAM-

*CRASH*

10:31

DAMN that was a tough crash, it made Qrow lose his usually iron grip on booze! A THEN CUT TO-

...the...beginning of the episode...yeah I don’t know why they wrote the story like this either, I guess to start the season with a bang in showing how team RWBY is back in sync but I dunno.

But hey don’t worry, DEE AND DUDLEY are on the case, and I’m sure it TOTALLY doesn’t matter that Dee is two weeks from retirement!

*GASP* I am truly shocked. You shall always be remembered Dee, as a creepy weirdo who tried shake down a bunch of highschoolers for money.

THEN fighting fighting fighting, AND THEN-Dundey remembers he’s a security officer in charge of a high tech train!

12:06

I show four pictures here to point out that that WHOLE sequence took less than a MINUTE! Its like WE GET IT Rooster Teeth, you have an animation budget now! 

It also activated the turrets which take out ALL four of these Grimm, which I’m SURE the boss Grimm won’t notic-

12:46 Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhit it  noticed. It tells the lesser Grimm to attack the turrets and...oh god I found this by accident but it must be shared-

It landed-ASS FIRST! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And as to be expected knocking out the turrets didn’t JUST take out their defenses-

But ALSO-put the passengers in danger. Its like, use the turrets some Grimm die but they’ll attack the train more, DON’T use the turrets and they’ll attack anyway with less dead grimm, its a total catch 22!

Obviously bad-ass Qrow Branwen realizes and gets his TOP GUY TO STOP DUNDY-

...Oscar...desperate times I suppose.

Dundey like an idiot DOESN’T listen to the logical decision to turn off the glowing red fuck me spots for the Grimm to hit, and even MORE idiotically-

*CRACK* NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

...decides to hang from the SIDE of a train going into a tunnel....instead of finding a way to duck...how many good Huntsmen/Huntresses did Salem’s unnamed faction kill, because I can’t help thinking he and his late partner were scraped from the bottom of the barrel.

BACK in the train, everyone’s as completely calm as they possibly could be.

14:19 Qrow: I SAID, turn those damn things OFF! *SLAM*

Seriously, in this situation Qrow is SUPER calm, I’d wanna kick his ass too.

Ruby then ACTUALLY calmly asks the guy to turn off the turrets(she’s got resolve of STEEL that one) AND THEY COME UP WITH A PLAN-to use a combo of Jaune’s Aura-booster powers and Ren’s emotion mask powers to mask the train. A plan that I’m sure will go off without ONE hit-

15:32 Oscar: I’m afraid there’s one complication.

Son of a god damned bitch Oz, I SWEAR TO GOD!

“The Grimm are also attracted...to this.”

Logically team Rugby O’Shaunnesy is as pissed at Oz as the fans for putting everyone in danger without telling them because he’s a mysterious wizard.

BUT-they gotta stay on task and kick Oscar in the nuts later, THEY MUST SAVE THE PYORPLES!

Sadly, they realize that they have to seperate the car with the passengers masked by Ren and Jaune, from the one with Team RWBY Qrow and a dumb old man in a child’s body. The two teams have to say good bye.

Jaune: Only if you’ll promise you’ll meet us there.

Ruby: Promise.

Weiss: Just know it’ll probably take a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time for us to get there.

Qrow: I estimate about 12 to 14 epis-I MEAN days.

Team Bad-name-pun then SPRINGS INTO ACTION-getting all the passengers in the front car-

16:29

-including this one bespectacled passenger who will in no way affect the plot in any way no and forever QUIT ASKING ABOUT IT!

Blake then cuts the cable cars-BUT SEES-

GAH-stalker much? I can’t believe Adam followed them-OR DID HE-

Is it actually Adam, or PTSD induced hallucination, FIND OUT NEXT EPISODE!

And what’s cool about the next sequence is that it needed NO explanation, you get it obviously from what you see.

Rubes gets JUST enough of a signal from Nora-

-so the MOMENT the Grimm land-

17:02

“NOW!”

-they start the maneuver.

No real comment on here other than how I LOVE how the black and white color palette over-takes the colored train car.

And then BACK TO FIGHTING!

And dear GOD there are so many great Grimm-kills here, so many I’d be here ALL day cutting and pasting every single one so I’ll just put the boss take down-STEP ONE-

Yang slides herself to the back-

-Blake THROWS it to Yang-

-AND YANG JUST PUNCHES THAT SHIT BACK-

-tying that greasy Grimm in PLACE-WHICH WEISS CONTINUES-

-with a classic “Freeze that fucker’s wings off attack”(with assistance from Ruby and Qrow of course for shattering said wings)-and then Uncle and Niece-

-get they scythes in gear-

-AND THEY SLASH THAT BITCH IN TWO! AND.THIS.IS.JUST.THE.FIRST.EPISODE!

BUT-the beast lets out ONE last fireball knocking them off track and....EVERYONE IS OKAY-incluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuding-

-THIS LADY-whose name I’ve read is Maria Callavera! Turns out she WASN’T just a random side character, I couldn’t tell with how HEAVILY lampshaded it was!

AND THAT’S VOLUME 6 EP 1-a fantastic start to the season with AMAZING action and animation, and great story-progression. Minor criticism, I still feel they didn’t need to do a “Something hours earlier” thing with the train battle, they could’ve easily done the story in sequential order and it would have worked just as well if not better. BUT-I still loved it and I hope you did to. If you liked what you read, consider donating to my Paypal on my blog page, I’d appreciate it. SEE YA NEXT WEEK ON MICKSTERECAPS!

[neverlandparker]

”you don’t seem dangerous at all” (peter parker) pt. 1/2

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none, just pure cuteness :)

Author: @neverlandparker

Notes: First Fic!! Please like and/or repost! Your support is appreciated. Thank you so much!!! Hope you enjoy reading.

Prompt: 

-You have the ability to measure how “dangerous” people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them. On the first day of school, you go to chem class only to discover an unassuming kid at school who measures a 10.

Author’s Notes:

italics=reader’s thoughts

It was the first day of school and ugh summer went by in a blink of an eye. All those moments spent on vacation and hanging out with your family and friends seemed already so distant. This was your first day at your new school: Midtown School of Science and Technology. It was quite a prestigious high school with good programs and good students—you were lucky enough to get in on such late notice. You sighed as you walked at a brisk pace to your first class of the day, Chemistry, not wanting to be late and hoping to build a good reputation. After all, it was your first day at a new school, not that many people got a fresh start like this. It was a clean slate, a new opportunity. Well...might as well make the most of it. 

To be honest, you were pretty excited for this year at Midtown and for Chemistry class. It seemed fun, or at least, judging from what you were told. You paused for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Exhaling, you pulled on the door handle to enter the classroom. You walked in and all of a sudden, you felt kind of shy, your earlier feeling of confidence had now slipped away, only to be replaced by doubt and concern as you glanced at all the unfamiliar new faces. They seemed to all stare at you for a few seconds and when you returned their gaze, they all quickly turned away. You almost sighed with relief when you spotted the friendly girl you had talked to on the bus, Liz Allen. She waved at you and excitedly pointed to the seat next to her for you to sit down in. 

After setting your bag down, you plopped down in the seat and decided to take a chance to survey your surroundings. You eyed the classroom, taking in the new environment and discreetly observed some of your classmates.

You had this unique secret ability that enabled you to measure just about how “dangerous” people are on a scale from 1 to 10, just by looking at them. It was kinda weird and useless most of the time because most people ranged from 1 to 5. Suddenly, a boy that walked in with your new friend and neighbor Ned, was measured by you to be a 10! You always assumed someone who was a 10 was insanely rare...so rare that actually, it had never occurred to you that someone would ever measure to be a 10. what??? a 10? oh my gosh what if he’s secretly a serial killer? only serial killers have a rating of 10, right?

Caught off guard, you gasped in shock, causing some weird glances to be cast in your direction, and you grimaced at the embarrassment. Gladly, you casually, or a casually as you managed to, tried to cover up your loud gasp by laughing it off and turning to face Liz. Thankfully, your classmates decided to soon ignore you, probably thinking it was just something funny that Liz had shared with you. 

Slowly turning back around, you scanned the room for Ned and the “boy-who-measured-as-a-10″ and studied them for a while, (don’t worry you're not stalking) trying to figure out why this unassuming kid was a 10. He was wearing a light blue sweater over a plaid shirt with black jeans and worn-down gray new balance shoes. He had brown hair complete with an impressive jawline and the cutest smile that made your heart flutter. he couldn’t possibly be dangerous right? you don’t look dangerous. in fact, you don’t seem dangerous at all!

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t figure out what could make him so dangerous! So on a second try, you eyed him more carefully, trying not to make it obvious, but despite scanning him up and down you just couldn’t seem to figure it out. You shook your head, perhaps your “talent” was just a weird fluke or something, maybe it didn’t work accurately on all people. This innocent looking kid couldn't possibly be dangerous, right? The thought of him looking intimidating was so funny you had to stifle your laughter. pfft. that kid, intimidating? that’s ridiculous.

The teacher came in, greeted the class, and introduced herself as Mrs. Baker. Then, she started rambling on and on about her life and the curriculum and at this point, you looked at the clock and realized it had been almost 30 minutes of class just her standing up there and talking. You were so bored so to keep yourself from dozing off, you decided to continue your “quest” of trying to figure out what made Ned’s friend so dangerous. After all, the boy-who-measured-as-a-10 could be actually dangerous and he seemed like he was also friends with your friend Ned...you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Ned so you decided to make a third attempt to try to understand why this kid was so dangerous.

Again, you shifted your glance towards where Ned and his friend were sitting, and this time, you paid more attention and studied him carefully. Your glance traveled from down from his chocolate brown locks down to his actively tapping fingers. wow, his hair looks so soft and it looks great under the pretty morning lighting from the window...and those dreamy eyes...and his jawline?!? wow, what nerd has that kind of jawline? it should be illegal for him to casually sit in class and look so darn cute at the same time....what holdup, cute?? do serial killers actually look cute? whoa there. You jerked yourself out of your thoughts. no. most definitely not cute. he could be a serial killer just putting on this innocent act. anything can happen here in new york. gosh, Y/N you should be more careful. 

While you were busy scolding yourself for thinking such ridiculous well...not thattttttt ridiculous. no!! Y/N get a grip! thoughts, you turned away from him only to glance down at your desk to discover that Mrs. Baker had handed out lab papers with assigned lab partners. Looks like you are partners with someone named, Peter Parker. You sighed. You didn’t know anyone...well this would be kinda awkward. Okay here goes nothing. You mingled around with your classmates turning in what seemed like every possible direction trying to find a classmate named Peter Parker. You must have asked at least 15 other kids the question, “Hey, are you Peter Parker?” before deciding to find Ned, hoping he would be able to point you in the right direction. 

However, before you could find Ned, a boy had never talked to before walked up to you, you sighed internally, yes! finally, maybe this guy is Peter Parker! Before you could confirm if he was indeed Peter, he asked you, “Hey there, were you looking for Penis Parker?” You were about to say yes before stalling to realize what he had said. “Um...actually I’m looking for Peter, calling him a penis is really rude!” The kid just laughed and said, “You must be new, I’m sorry you are stuck with such a loser for your lab work, anyways, I’m Flash.”  He held out his hand for you to shake only for you to whip around and ignore him. You had zero tolerance for stuck up bullies who called other kids degrading names in order to poke fun at them. ugh, what a jerk! 

“Then, you spotted Ned across the room. Grateful that you had finally spotted your friend, you practically made a beeline right towards him until you realized that standing next to Ned, was no other than the “kid-who-was-measured-as-a-10,” the one that you had been eyeing earlier. You composed yourself despite your racing heartbeat and nervousness at approaching “kid-who-was-measured-as-a-10″ and possibly a potential threat by plastering a smile on your face. In an attempt to calm yourself, you decided to temporarily ditch your thoughts about ever knowing that “kid-who-was-measured-as-a-10″ was rated a 10 on your danger scale. “Hey,” you greeted them, “Do either of you guys know a Peter Parker? We are supposed to be lab partners.”

Then, “the-boy-who-was-measured-as-a-10″ spoke up, “Hey-y, actually I-I’m Peter, uh-h..P-Peter Parker.”

You locked eyes with him as he smiled and greeted you. You couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in your stomach that appeared when you kept his gaze.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your-r name...” he stuttered.

“Oh, my name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you Peter!”

You couldn't help it and returned the smile. wait...he stuttered? do serial killers stutter?? either he is really just shy and nervous, or...he has some serious acting skills. anyways let's just forget about his danger rating Y/N, you have a lab to do. 

At this point, Ned had wandered off to find his partner leaving the two of you alone so you said, “Peter, let’s go and find a lab station.”

You managed to find an open lab space and began reading the instructions. You were still curious about Peter so you decided to strike up some friendly conversation. 

“Hey. So I’m new to Midtown this year, well haha you can probably tell, anyways, I know Ned because he is my neighbor and we are friends, and I noticed that you guys walked to class together...you’re friends right?”

Peter grinned at you while gathering the lab materials and reading the procedures. “Yeah! He’s pretty much my only real friend here. Sometimes we build LEGO Star Wars together. Do you like Star Wars?” the way his eyes light up when he talks about building lego star wars is actually pretty adorable actually. wait what the heck? jeez Y/N, what are you doing? daydreaming about a potential serial killer??

You nodded while measuring out chemicals. “Yeah I do, but sorry if this offends you in any way, but I’ve actually never seen the original trilogy. But I’ve watched some of the more recent ones and I have loved all of them! Plus, I was so obsessed with LEGOs when I was a kid, to be honest, I still like them,” you laughed before realizing what you had gotten yourself into. The chemicals you had just mixed in with the salicylic acid had just fizzed and bubbled over on to your hands, effectively sticking them to the table.

“Oh no! Uhhhh...Peter? I think my hands are stuck from that weird reaction...” you exclaimed, gesturing to the now-overflowing beaker.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Oh no, wait, Y/N! You forgot to put on your safety goggles!”

“Haha...Whoops......umm Peter? My hands are stuck. Would you mind grabbing me a pair of goggles? Thanks”

Without hesitating, he went to fetch them. “A-Actually your h-hands are p-pretty stuck, here, let me h-help..,” and with that, he gently and carefully slid them on for you over your eyes and tightened the straps to secure them in place. During this time, you stopped breathing and tensed as you realized you practically just let Peter a.k.a maybe the serial killer who is acting like an innocent kid into your personal space to put on your lab goggles for you. do serial killers actually do nice things? gosh this is really not okay. what if he really is an amazing actor, hiding his real identity as a potential threat? You sighed. ok, i need to make up my mind about this...but seriously, what if he's actually dangerous? 

When he was done, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. And when Peter stepped away, you realized that he must have just realized what he just did because he gave you a little nervous chuckle and you noticed a slight blush that had crept up his neck. awww...wait, do serial killers blush? And on that note, Mrs. Baker called everyone to attention by announcing, “Everyone, the lab is homework if you didn’t finish and please clean up because there are only a few minutes left of class. Thank you.”

After Mrs. Baker’s announcement, you turned around to face Peter who had already started to clean up, so you quickly joined him in rinsing out the beakers and test tubes. You went to put back your safety goggles and when you returned, you asked him, “Hey Peter, can I have your number so we can communicate to finish the lab?”

“Y-y-yeah that s-sounds great Y/N,” he smiled as he typed in his number into your contacts.

“I’ll text you about the lab homework,” you told Peter as you hurriedly gathered your things, knowing your next class was in the Tech Wing, which was practically all the way across campus. maybe you are wrong...maybe he isn't dangerous. 

“Okay I gotta run...see ya around, Peter!” you yelled as you waved goodbye to Peter, turning around the corner to head towards your next class. You walked with a newfound bounce in your step as you felt an uncontrollable smile tugging at your lips, perhaps this school year wouldn't be that bad after all. also maybe Peter isn't dangerous...or maybe you just have some serious investigating to do.............starting with Ned.

Author Notes:

Thank you so much for reading!! :)

Part two now available!!

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[wegoddessofhell]

We Don’t Always Get What We Want

Summary: Sam dies, and Dean and his daughter have very different ways of dealing with the grief.

Pairings: Dean x daughter, Sam x niece in memories?

Word Count: 3792

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, mention of underage drinking, some swears (2? 3?) and then some fluff?

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s SPN Beautiful Word’s Challenge. Not gonna lie, I bawled my eyes out writing this, but it was also so much fun! The word I picked was Chrysalism, and I think it turned out well! I hope you guys enjoy, and if you wanna give me some feedback, I wouldn’t be opposed to it!

Dean’s felt pain before.

He felt it when his dad died.  He felt it when Bobby died. He felt it when Charlie died.

He has never felt a pain like this.

He swings another bunch of logs over his shoulder, dropping them onto the growing pile of wood. He managed to find a quiet, private beach, perfect to burn a body on. He stares at the pile of logs for a long moment, before he shifts his eyes to the car where his daughter was, refusing to leave. Through the darkness of the night,  he can see her in the front seat, her knees tucked to her chest, her head resting on the window. He swallows hard, looking down at the bagged body on the ground. He lifts the body up, struggling slightly as his brother was bigger than him, laying him down ever so gently.

Sam was dead.

Dean blinks away the tears as best he can, grabbing the salt he had brought from the car. He looks at it in his hand, realizing he was slightly shaky. He sprinkles it over his brother’s lifeless, bagged body, before he drops the salt to the ground, not caring if it was spilling everywhere.

“I’m so sorry, Sammy,” Dean whispers, not being able to contain the tears anymore. “I had one job in this world, and I screwed it up. I let you die and-” Dean has to pause, bringing his hand up to his face to wipe the tears away quickly. “I messed up, Sammy. I’m gonna carry this weight for the rest of my fucking life. I’m so sorry I let this happen to you.” He reaches to the ground, picking up the gasoline jug, squirting it all over the black sack. Setting it down, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a matchbox. He takes a single match out, striking it as he watches the flame burn. In a quick motion, he throws it onto the mound, letting the tears from his eyes carelessly fall. “I’m gonna miss you, little brother.”

Sera shifts her eyes to her dad, watching as he drops the match onto the pile of wood that was holding her uncle Sammy up. The same uncle Sammy that had taught her the alphabet when she was in preschool. The same uncle Sammy that helped her with all of her homework. The same uncle Sammy that was there for her in all the times her dad couldn’t be. The same uncle Sammy who was killed by a demon. A fire erupts on the  beach, close to the Impala, as Sera shuts her eyes briefly. How could her dad just give up like that? How could he just his burn his brothers bones, ensuring the fact that there was no way he could come back. She shakes her head, before she opens her eyes, pushing the Impala door open. She needed to say her goodbyes to her uncle. Dad be damned, I owe it to uncle Sammy. She holds the blanket she was wrapped in around her shoulders, as she walks towards her dad and the fire.

“When will Daddy be home?” a 5 year old Sera asks, sitting next to her uncle on the couch.

“What, am I not good enough for you?” Sam teases, poking his nieces side. “He’ll be back on Monday, he’s only gone for the weekend.”

Sera nods, shifting her eyes back to the kids movie that was playing on the tv. “Uncle Sammy?”

“Yes monkey?”

“Would you still like me if I had 3 eyes?” Sera asks, looking up at her uncle.

He chuckles softly, pulling her closer to his side. “I would still love you if you had 3 eyes.”

“What if I had blue skin?!”

“I would still love you if you had blue skin.”

“If I was-,” she starts, before Sam cuts her off.

“Where are all these questions coming from?” he asks her, watching as she shrugs slightly. “I’ll always love you, kiddo. Even when you’re big and think you’re cooler than me, even when we get in fights, even when you say you hate me, I’ll always love you.”

Sera smiles, leaning her head back on her uncles side. “I’ll always love you too, uncle Sammy.” Sam smiles, leaning down as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

She pushes the memory away, fighting back the tears. When she reaches the fire she stops next to her dad, looking at him quickly, the fire illuminating his face just enough that she could see the tear stains on his cheeks. Neither of them speak, the only sounds filling the night air being the waves rolling and crashing onto the shore, and the crackling of the wood in the fire. Sera can feel tears forming in her own eyes, as she looks back at the black body bag that held her uncle, her partner in crime, and one of her favourite people. “You should’ve tried harder,” Sera manages through teary eyes, breaking the tense but peaceful silence.

“What?” Dean asks, looking over at his 17 year old daughter. “You should’ve tried harder,” Sera repeats, her jaw clenched now, tears streaming down her face. “You gave up. You just stopped trying.” “Sweetheart, I tried everything,” Dean tells his daughter, almost offended that she thought he wouldn’t. “I contacted every angel I could, I tried to sell my soul again, I looked into faith healers and black magic and everything in between, but there was nothing. I couldn’t- I couldn’t do anything.” “S-so you give up?” Sera asks, attempting to control her sobs. “Dad, you’ve told me my entire l-ife that you don’t give up on people you l-love. How was it so e-asy for you to give up on uncle Sam?”

“Easy?” Dean demands, watching her. “You think this was easy for me? I’ve spent my entire life trying to protect him. That’s what I’ve done since I was 4 years old. My entire being was built around him being safe. So no, Sera, giving up wasn’t easy, but there was no way in hell I was letting Sam turn into a vengeful spirit. You and I both know that he wouldn’t want that.”

Sera stares into the fire, before she speaks. “You should’ve tried harder.” With that, she turns and walks away, heading back to the Impala. Dean watches her leave, before he looks back at his brother. Silence ensues again, only the sounds of the wood snapping and the waves crashing heard.

---

It had been about a week since Sam had been gone, and things around the bunker hadn’t been the same. Sera and Dean had gone the entire week, not saying anything more than a “hi” or “hello” when passing each other.

Dean feels as if he’s lost his daughter. They’ve always been close, but right now he’s never felt more distant from her. He knows that right now they need each other more than anything, but with both of them being so hard-headed, neither of them were willing to take the first step to fix things.

Dean was done with not doing anything.

He takes a deep breath, standing outside his daughter’s bedroom in the hallway. Sera didn’t leave her room other than to get food, go to the bathroom, or go for a drive. She did her best to avoid her dad, or so Dean thought. He knocks on her door lightly, calling out to her. “Sweetheart, you in there?” “I’m here,” Sera answers from behind the closed door. “What do you want?” “Can I come in?” Dean asks her, not moving to open the door until she allows him. “No.”

Dean sighs, resting his forehead on her bedroom door, his voice soft. “Baby girl, please. We’ve gotta talk about this.”

“No we don’t.”

Dean hates this more than anything. He hates how his daughter is pushing him away. “It’s been a week, kiddo. I miss you, please don’t shut me out.”

“I’m busy, maybe later,” Sera states, and Dean can tell she’s done with this conversation. He steps back from her door, nodding slightly even though she can’t see him. “Okay, I uh- I guess I’ll be around if you want to talk.”

---

It had been two weeks now, and Dean was beyond glad that Sera was doing things out of her room more and more. She would eat her meals in the kitchen. She’d do some reading in the library. She’d spend some free time in the war room.

But with that came the going out more with her friends, which of  course, Dean was still happy about. He was glad his daughter was feeling better and was willing to do more, but he wasn’t quite happy with the activities that she was partaking in.

Dean checks his watch, rubbing his face afterwards. It was 2:30am, and Sera hadn’t come home yet. Recently, she had been staying out later and later, and Dean was concerned for her safety. She wouldn’t check in with him, wouldn’t answer his phone calls, wouldn’t interact with him at all.

He’s torn from his thoughts when the bunker door slams. From his seat in the war room, he shifts his eyes up to the top of the staircase, seeing his daughter stumbling inside. “Sera? Are you okay?” “I’m better than ever, daddy-o,” she slurs, smiling down at him. Dean gets up, walking to the bottom of the stairs as Sera descends them, gripping onto the railing as she walks. “Y’know, it’s amazing what some alcohol can do for you.” “Have you been drinking?” Dean asks, his eyes meeting his daughters when she reaches the bottom.

“Pfft, no dad. Have you been drinking?” “Don’t lie to me,” Dean threatens, not taking his eyes off of her. “You smell like alcohol. You’re drunk.” “I swear to drunk I am not God,” Sera slurs, giggling as she looks at her dad. “I feel all floaty right now.” Dean’s mad. He’s more than mad. He is beyond pissed. All of his being wants to yell at her, to tell her that this kind of behaviour, the underage drinking, the curfew breaking, that all of this is unacceptable. But he un-clenches his fists instead, bringing his hands to set them on the sides of his daughter’s face. He leans in and plants a kiss on her forehead. “It’s okay.” For a moment, she stands there, letting him interact with her for more than a second at a time. Sera all of a sudden pushes him back, stumbling slightly herself.

“Go away!” she exclaims, steadying herself on the railing. “Don’t- don’t touch me!”

Dean’s hands fall to his sides, his heart breaking slightly as he watches her. “Sweetheart, come on. This isn’t you. The drinking and the curfew breaking, this isn’t you. I need you back. I need my real Sera back.” Sera chuckles, blowing a dramatic breath out of her mouth. “Yeah? Well I need my dead uncle back, but we don’t always get what we want, do we?” Dean looks at her, his jaw dropping slightly at his daughter’s outburst, before he watches her turn and head towards her bedroom.

---

It had been a month now, and there was still no change between Dean and his daughter. They still weren’t talking normally to each other, Sera was still rebelling, and Dean has had about all he can take. He walks outside of the bunker, knowing exactly where his daughter would be. He sees his daughter in Sam’s BMW. He looks up at the sky, almost as a silent plea, acknowledging how dark and gloomy it was outside.

He saunters over to the car, noticing how his daughter was sitting. She had her knees tucked up to her chest, her chin resting on them. She was staring straight ahead, probably lost in thought. Dean knocks on the passenger side window after trying the door, which was locked. She shifts her eyes to to him, not moving to do anything.

“Unlock it,” Sera can hear her dad say, as she rolls her eyes, pressing the unlock button on the door. Dean gets in, looking over at her. “I’ve had about as much as I can take, kiddo.” “That’s nice,” Sera tells him, looking straight ahead again.

“That’s all your gonna say? Aren’t you tired of this?”

Sera swallows hard, shrugging slightly. “A little, I guess.”

Dean shifts his eyes to her, staying quiet as he observes. She looks exhausted, the bags under her eyes darker than ever. Her eyes are red, and Dean can tell she’s been crying. “Sweetheart,” he whispers, trying to start a conversation. Before he can continue, she breaks down, sobbing into her hands. “Hey hey hey,” he tries, pulling her towards him.

“Don’t!” she screams. These were more than tears of sadness. These were tears of anger. She pushes him back, opening the car door, slamming it after she gets out. Dean gets out quickly, rounding the car so he was standing across from her.

The skies had opened up, rain pouring down around the both of them, thunder heard out in the distance. “Come here,” Dean says softly, opening his arms for her. If it were up to him, she’d have accepted his hug, and they’d work things out. But it wasn’t up to him.

Sera shakes her head, feeling the anger build inside her. “This is your fault!” she shouts, not bothering to stop her tears. “You’re the reason I’m like this!” Dean watches his daughter lash out, shaking his head slowly. “It is! Uncle Sam is dead because of you! Because you gave up on him!”

Dean watches his daughter barrel towards him, her fists out. She slams into him, pounding her fists into his chest. Her attacks were random, and Dean knew they weren’t meant to hurt him. They were mindless in a sense, not meant to harm or disable him. They didn’t hurt, he was a lot stronger than his daughter. So he stands there, letting his teenager attack him. “Why aren’t you fighting back?!” she sobs, not giving up.

“I’m not going to fight you, sweetheart,” Dean tells her, watching as she pauses for a moment to look at him.

Sera glares at her dad through teary eyes, before she starts to pound on his chest again, pushing him back slightly. “Fight back! Fight me back!”

“No,” Dean replies calmly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“F-fight me b-back!” she repeats over and over again, not giving up the relentless attacks on her dad.

“You can blame me all you want, kiddo. You can hit me and you can yell at me, and that’s okay. If it makes you feel better, do it. If this is how you want to work things out, I’m all for it. But I’m not going to fight back.”

Through Dean’s speech, he almost misses the fist that was coming straight for his jaw. He quickly catches his daughters wrist with his left hand, twisting it up behind her back. He was gentle, making sure he wasn’t hurting her, just making it uncomfortable. He grunts when his daughters foot connects with his shin, before he uses his foot to softly kick out Sera’s feet from beneath her. She falls to the ground, with nowhere to go. Her right arm still twisted up behind her back, her left pinned underneath of her body. Dean kneels down next to his daughter, using his own leg to keep the two of hers pinned.

“Are you done?” Dean asks softly, kneeling next to her. He feels his daughters tense body beneath him relax, and he knew that was the moment Sera had given up. He looks at his daughters form, it was pathetic almost. Not in the bad sense, but in the sense that this was how she wanted to deal with her emotions. He meets her one green eye that peeking out through the mess of wet, blonde hair. Her face was covered in wet gravel, her jeans ripped from falling. He lets go of her arm, sitting back on the ground. He bends his knees, resting his forearms on them.

“You used to talk to me, kiddo. We used to never go to bed angry with each other. You’ve barely said a word to me this past month,” Dean sighs, watching Sera. She hadn’t moved from the position she had fallen into, her right arm still just hanging behind her back. “I don’t know what you want from me, baby girl. I’m trying here, I’m really trying.” Dean looks up at the sky, letting the rain fall onto his face, his eyes closed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m tired, Sera. I’m tired of the fighting and the anger. I’m tired of you bottling everything up inside until you explode.” He stays quiet for a moment, trying to see if Sera would take over, but she doesn’t. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” Dean sighs. Suddenly, Sera’s reacting. She moves slightly, bringing her arms over to her face, as if she’s trying shield herself from him. “I miss him,” she says in a whisper so quiet that Dean almost misses it. He can feel his heart break. She’s miserable, she’s destroyed. When she breaks, intense sobs escape her, tears streaming down her face. Like lightning, Dean is over beside her, sitting next to her. He pulls her into his lap, cradling her. To others it may look strange, Sera wasn’t a little girl anymore,  but Dean didn’t care, knowing all his daughter needed was comfort right now. He holds her close, using his body as best as he can to shield his daughter from the pouring rain. “I m-miss him s-so m-much,” she continues to sob, Dean holding her tight.

Dean presses his lips against her wet, blonde hair, before he speaks. “I know, baby girl. I miss him too.”

“H-he’s g-g-gone,” she sobs, her arms wrapped around Dean.

“I know,” Dean whispers, not releasing her. “I know he is.” There’s silence now, the only sounds heard being the rain pounding onto the ground, and Sera’s sobs. She’s clutching to her father as if he’s keeping her alive, because in this moment, maybe he was.

It had taken almost 5 minutes of Dean whispering words of comfort and rocking his daughter back and forth before Sera begins to calm down. These motions bring Dean back to a memory, as he presses his lips against his daughter’s head.

Dean groans, trying to calm is wailing daughter. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart.” He bounces Sera gently, trying to soothe her. “You’re not hungry, you’ve got a clean diaper, what else do you need?” Dean turns when he hears his brother enter the nursery.

“She’s still not sleeping?” Sam asks, speaking loudly so Dean can hear him over the baby.

“Clearly,” Dean mumbles. “I don’t know what she needs.” “Lemme try?” Sam suggests, walking into the room more.

Dean nods, passing the baby over. “Be my guest.”

Sam takes his niece in his arms, carefully getting her situated. “Hey monkey,” he smiles, speaking softly. “Shh, shh, shh,” he tries, rocking her back and forth slowly. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. What’s wrong, huh?”

Dean backs up, leaning against the wall as he watches his little brother interact with his daughter. “Y’know, kiddo, your dad’s pretty tired. I’m sure you’re tired too. Being a baby is hard work,” Sam chuckles softly, realizing that Sera’s sobs from before had turned into quiet cries. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, monkey. You’ve got me, and you’ve got your dad, and we’ve got you. We’ll always have you, I promise. Even when you get older and don’t want us to, we’ll always have you.” Sam’s slightly surprised when he looks down at his niece, her eyes now shut, and silence in the room. He walks over to her crib, gently laying her down before he covers her with a blanket. “Sweet dreams.” He turns, greeted by his brother who had a huge smirk on his face. Sam rolls his eyes, leaving the nursery.

“Who new the moose could also be a baby whisper?” Dean asks, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner, “Shut up,” Sam chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re just jealous that I got her to sleep.”

“No- I- whatever, bitch,” Dean mutters, brushing past his brother. “Jerk!” Sam calls after him, smiling slightly.

Dean’s drawn from his thoughts by a loud clap of thunder, feeling his daughter flinch slightly, still gripping onto her dad. “You’re shivering, baby girl. Let’s move inside out of the thunderstorm, okay?” He can feel Sera pull away from him, as she stands up. “Get a shower, we’ll talk after?” he asks. She nods, turning as she walks inside the bunker. Dean sits there for a moment, watching her leave, before he stands up himself, following her inside.

Sera walks out of her bedroom, dressed in some sweatpants and a shirt, her hair wet from her shower. She walks into the war room, looking around. “Dad?” she calls, walking into the kitchen now. “Where are you?” She shrugs, heading to the bunker stairs, taking them two at a time. She yanks the door open, noticing her dad leaning against the Impala, his arms crossed, looking up at the sky. The thunderstorm had ceased, as Sera slides her shoes on, shuffling outside.

“Hey,” Sera greets her dad, leaning next to him on the Impala.

“Weird weather, huh?” Dean asks, as he sees Sera nod next to him from his peripheral vision.

“Dad,” Sera starts, as Dean shifts his eyes to her. “I’m sorry I blamed you for uncle Sammy dying. I’m sorry for hitting you and blocking you out, I-”

Dean cuts her off, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I forgive you, and I’m sorry too.” She leans her head on her dad’s shoulder, Dean leaning down and planting a kiss on her head. “But the drinking, the curfew breaking, the sneaking out- it’s all gotta stop, you understand me?”

“You knew about the sneaking out? How?” Sera asks, sitting up as she looks at her dad, her green eyes meeting his. Dean smirks, placing his hand on the side of his daughter’s face. “I’m your dad, I know everything.”

Sera laughs, looking down briefly, before she looks back up. She’s met by her dad’s soft eyes, a gentle smile on his face.

Dean’s felt peace before.

He felt it after burning his dads bones. He felt it after burning Bobby’s bones. He felt it after burning Charlie’s bones.

He’s never felt peace like this. Peace with the fact Sam was dead. Peace with his daughter. 

Peace with himself.

[woowoowooseok]

roses ||im changkyun (i.m) x reader || bang chan x reader

at a certain point in this series u will be able to choose between changkyun and chan. the story starts off with them being high schoolers then it progresses to them being trainees and idols.

highschool au, trainee

part one

with an alarm sounding i slowly open my eyes. the clock reads 7:45.

"shit!" i was supposed to be up 50 minutes ago.

I jump out of bed and quickly throw sweats and a big shirt on. I run to the bathroom and throw my hair up in a bun and put mascara on. I run downstairs to find my brother getting his shoes on.

"What took you so long?" he asks without looking up from his shoes.

"geez, good morning to you too. I slept through my alarm"

"Oh, that's what that was" he says finally looking up at me.

"what?" i say walking over to grab a banana.

"Is your alarm a hyuna song?" i nod as i peel the banana.

He laughs and i just roll my eyes.

"Nice outfit, really trying to impress the guys huh?" he teases as he looks at my sweatpants.

"My main goal in life is not to impress guys" i slide my shoes on and walk out the door, my brother soon following after.

We get into the car and settle in a bit.

"We have a math test today" i say as i buckle.

"Yes, i know. Just because we are in the same grade doesn't mean that you get to be annoying and remind me of tests and quizzes every second. I'm an independent young man" he starts the car.

"Pfft, okay Doyoung".

Me and My twin brother are seniors at Gwangju West High School. We are very similar but at the same time very different. We both play sports and get good grades. A lot of people like us but more people like my brother. It's really annoying sometimes, all of my friends like him. Doyoung and I both secretly want to become idols. Our parents would never approve, but we are still going to audition. We are planning to do it in a couple of weeks. I'm excited but at the same time really nervous. I think some other people i know are going to audition too. My best friend Soojin is auditioning with me and brother. It's gonna be great.

"Hey dweeb stop staring out the window and let's go" doyoung abruptly speaks.

I look outside and see that we have arrived to our school. "Geez okay"

i grab my phone and leave the car. Doyoung and i walk side by side till we get to our friends then we leave. We act like we hate each other but if we didn't have each other i don't know how we would survive.

i wave bye to doyoung and his friends as i make my way over to mine.

I already see them judging my outfit.

"What?" i say.

“Oh nothing" Mina dismisses me.

Soojin grabs my arm and Mina follows. "It's just that-" soojin continues

"It's just what?" i ask nudging her arm.

"it's a great, comfy outfit. but it's a little-"

i role my eyes. "Never mind" i say.

As we walk to first period two of our other friends joins us.

"lucas, jungwoo wait up!" Mina, Soojin and I run up to our friends.

the two boys stop and look at us.

Lucas starts laughing

"What?" jungwoo looks to lucas.

"Y/ns outfit looks weird".

i hit lucas "Hey! you wear sweats all the time"

We all split up and go to different classes. The only person that I am friends with in my english class is Bang Christopher and he is from australia so i don't know why he is taking english. I go ahead and sit next to him.

It is currently 5th period and I just got out of gym. It's not that bad, I don't know why Soojin hates it. I meet up with my group of friends as we head to lunch. my phone starts to buzz, as i go to take it out of my pocket someone bumps into me. This causing me to drop my phone.

"fuc-" I look up to see who it is.

"Y/n" He looks at me worriedly. "I'm so sorry"

changkyun goes to grab my phone, i just role my eyes. "Yea, Yea whatever"

He gives me my phone back but his hand lingers on it. i look up from avoiding eye contact and see him looking at me with a sorry expression.

"Okay" i take my phone

"you can leave now" i say as i grab jungwoo and Lucas' arm. He sighs and walks away.

Changkyun and me go way back. We dated for 11 months freshmen year, but we were best friends before that. Doyoung, Changkyun, Soojin and I were a tight knit group up until sophmore year. I always had a little thing for changkyun, even when we were really young. Little did I know that he felt the same thing. sophmore year changkyun and I started texting a lot more then we used to, which led to facetiming every once in a while, then it became facetiming every night for 11 months. I didn't think we could get any closer then we were when we were just friends, but it was possible. It was great while it happened, he was my first serious boyfriend. He was extremely special to me. Apparently it wasn't like that for him. One day he stopped talking to me, it was a weekend in january. I texted him about a basketball game and he never responded. I thought his phone was dead. he would usually text me good morning and he didn't do that either. I went up to him at school and he walked away. It was like this for weeks. I stopped trying. He really hurt me, he stopped talking to me and i never knew the reason and I still don't to this day. I thought about the worst things. I slowly stopped eating, and talking. I became very depressed, I wasn't only hurt because he was my boyfriend but he was also my best friend. But as most people do, I got over him. It took me 5 months but I did. I never forgave him for what he did, and now I hate him. Doyoung and Soojin hate him too. So that is why i am how i am with him. He never once told me why he ghosted me, why he broke my heart, why he ended it. When I see him all the anger and hurt that I felt come back, i want to scream at him. I keep it cool though, and most times i'm with my friends and so they stick up for me.

Lucas waves his hand in my face. I look at him confused.

"you were zoning out" he says. i shrug as we walk to the cafeteria.

Mina waves us over to our usual lunch spot "you guys, come quick".

I give her a confused look as we get closer to the table.

"where is soojin?" jungwoo asks as he sits down next to mina.

"look, look" she points over to where soojin is.

"She's talking to jooheon" Mina exclaims.

"So? she talks to him all the time" lucas questions.

"Lucas is right, he even hangs out with us and they talk then" i add.

Mina sighs "okay whatever" she slumps back into her seat. i laugh.

Soojin waves bye to jooheon as she heads over to us. she puts her hands on her heart and she sits down. "Isn't jooheon the best?"

Lucas roles his eyes "Yes, of course"

me and jungwoo laugh. "Y/n did your phone crack?" jungwoo asks.

"I don't think so, i didn't look at it.” i pull my phone out of my pocket.

"Good, It didn't" i put it on the table.

"Why would her phone crack?" Mina asks.

"changkyun bumped into her" lucas answers.

Soojin stands up "Why that little-"

i laugh "It's fine, relax" i say pulling her back down.

"Y/n?" someone taps my shoulder. I turn around to see Changkyun.

i sigh "What do you want?" i try to stay calm.

"Mr. Jung wants to see you" i give him a confused look

"my english teacher? why?" he looks down.

"I don't know, he wanted to see both of us"

great, just great. i have to be in the same room as changkyun.

"Okay, lets go" i walk ahead of him

as we arrive into Mr. Jungs room there are other kids there. Chris is there, i walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

"chris?" he turns around and smiles

"y/n, sit here next to me" he taps the desk next to him.

"do you know what this is about?" i ask

"Nope, not a clue" he smiles.

"Did changkyun get u?" i look over to changkyun, who right as I looked at him looked down.

"Yeah, why?" i look back at chris

"you told me what happened remember?"

i look down at my hands. "oh yeah"

he laughs "it's okay"

He gently moves my face back to look at his. We meet each other's eyes. I feel my face start to heat up. I want to look away but I don't. Neither does he. His hands still lingering on my face when Mr.Jung starts talking. We immediately look to him.

"I called you all here today because—" I start to zone out. Woah, what just happened? Yes i've always found chris cute but never to the extent that I wanted to do anything about it. I never realized how beautiful his eyes were and the way his hair fell perfectly on his skin. his skin is so beautiful, it's almost.

Mr jung cuts off my thinking. "Y/n?" He looks at me.

"Yes?" i zone back in. "You will be tutoring Changkyun”

•••

a/n: Hehe, I hope you guys liked the first chapter! There will be more to come of course. Thank you so much for reading my book!

[imitranslates]

Fukigen na Mononokean Ch. 63

Lots of cute anecdotes about Abeno’s childhood and some ominous foreshadowing in this month’s chapter.

Please remember to check out the official English release when it comes out, preferably on Crunchyroll if you’re able to!

The newest chapter can be read on the official website by clicking the yellow button labeled 読む!

Fukigen na Mononokean Chapter 63 - Unusual path

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Legislator: ......

Legislator: .......?

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Abeno: It's nice to meet you.

Abeno: I am Abeno Haruitsuki, an employee of the Mononokean.

Abeno: I'll be in your care.

Legislator: ..........

Legislator: Mmm...

Legislator: Aoi...

This human... Did you kidnap him from the mundane world?

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Aoi: What a horrible thing to say...

Aoi: We had a fated meeting, when I saved him from being possessed by a demon.

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Aoi: I took a liking to him, so I decided to take him on as my employee.

Aoi: Please treat Itsuki well from now on.

Aoi: If you do anything to bully him, I'll kill you.

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Legislator: ...And so,

I got a murder threat from Aoi.

Legislator: That was my first meeting with Itsuki.

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Ashiya: So Abeno-san was employed after he was saved by Aoi-san...

I didn't know that...

Justice: They came to my place to introduce him, too, but,

When they said they were going down to the Executive's, I went along 'cause I thought it'd be real dangerous.

Ashiya: Then... His first meeting with the Executive was...

Legislator: (Pfft!) The Executive was helpless against Aoi, huh.

Ashiya: ?

Legislator: Even though he had the biggest opposition against her hiring a human,

In the end, he ended up being in charge of Itsuki's schooling at Aoi's insistence .

Justice: But when he taught him, he'd say Itsuki was a quick learner.

He didn't look that bothered about being a tutor.

Even made a room for him in the Songbird's Cage.

(Ashiya: That room, huh...)

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Legislator: (Even so...) Itsuki was so honest and kind back then...

When the documents on my desk piled up, he'd say, "I want to help!" and organize them neatly for me.

Whenever I said, "I'm tired..." he'd bring over some tea and massage my shoulders.

Justice: Me too...

Justice: He said he wanted to visit all over the Underworld, so he'd get on my back and we'd stroll around...

We'd take a break in the middle to get sweets and eat 'em together.

Once we'd get back to White Sand Prison, he'd curl up on me in place of a futon and take a nap.

Ashiya: (These two have so many fond memories they keep bringing up!)

Ashiya: ...

Ashiya: (It's all...

Stuff I haven't heard, huh.)

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Justice: ...Hey, Ashiya-kun.

Ashiya: Yes?

Justice: Itsuki's told you about his time with Aoi as the master... right?

Ashiya: !

(There were times he brought up Aoi-san briefly, but...)

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Ashiya: I haven't heard much from Abeno-san.

Ashiya: All I know is...

The "Abeno-san" since the day he hired me.

Ashiya: I barely know anything about him before then.

Justice: ...Gotcha.

Justice: ...Then, you won't hear it from us.

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Justice: We're not gonna tell you how Itsuki wound up in the forest.

Ashiya: ...

[I was a little bothered by it, but

It wasn't like I was asking so I could pry into it from the start.

It's fine if I go on not knowing.]

(Legislator: Now then, let's get back inside.

I wonder if Itsuki's done with his report yet.)

(Justice: He's gonna kick you out again if you keep on smoking.)

[...Besides...]

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[Abeno-san chose to employ me.]

(Legislator: Itsukiii, we're back!)

[He hired someone he just met, whose past he didn't know.]

[If the time comes for me to know about it,]

[Abeno's the one who should tell me, right?]

Ashiya: We're...

Back!

Abeno: !?

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Tadpole: Ring.

Tadpole: Ring ring...

Legislator: Oh? I wonder who's trying to contact us?

Tadpole: Ring ring...

Abeno: Isn't it the Executive?

Abeno: You still haven't given him a mission report, have you?

Tadpole: Ring.

Legislator: Ah yes, I forgot to send any information.

Justice: So he sent a call once he got annoyed enough...

Legislator: Yes, hello?

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Voice: Hiiii~

Legislator: ...

Legislator: Oh, Koura, it's you... You scared me...

Koura: ?

Koura: (Hmm?) But I wasn't trying to scare you? Sorry.

(Shizuku: Koura-sama's in a good mood.)

Koura: I have some new information. I wonder if now's a good time to share it?

Legislator: I don't mind.

Koura: It's about the princess's physical condition, though...

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Ashiya: !!

Justice: Is it bad?

Koura: No. The medicine seems to be effective.

Koura: But she's too concerned about the Underworld to properly rest, so I'm worried that the same thing could happen.

Koura: I want to stay with the princess a little longer, so I'll be leaving Shizuku to mind the store for me while I'm gone.

Legislator: When you say a little longer... how many days is that, exactly?

Koura: (Let's see...) I want to watch her condition for seven days to be safe.

Legislator: I see... I got it.

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Legislator: In that case, I'll have Itsuki and Ashiya-kun

Stay for in the Underworld for seven days while the princess is being treated.

Ashiya: Huh?!

Legislator: There's a chance of an incident occurring if the princess's divine protection shrinks again.

Your mission will be the same as before, but I'd like for you to be on standby to handle any threats of plague plants or host insects at a moment's notice.

Legislator: You can stay here during your stay.

If you need anything, you can ask my employees.

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Ashiya: (Staying in the Underworld for seven days?!)

Ashiya: (I'll have to take a break from school, and think of something to tell my mom to explain why I'll be gone...)

Ashiya: (I can't just say OK! to this sudden request... (But the Underworld's in trouble...))

Abeno: Okay.

Legislator: I'm counting on you!

Ashiya: H-hey?! Can't you hold off until further review!?

Koura: Hm? If the Legislator's place is no good, do you want to stay at my place? (Shizuku will probably be lonely by herself...)

Ashiya: N, no... It's not that...

Justice: Since you can't stay unless I'm watching over you...

Wanna come to White Sand Prison?

Justice: I've got lots of rooms.

Ashiya: (By rooms, you mean cells...?!)

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Legislator: Hairball-kun, you want to stay with Ashiya-kun, don't you? Of course, you're more than welcome to.

Ashiya: (Fuzzy!? When did you get on the Legislator's shoulders?!)

Koura: You're welcome to Kiyakudo.

Justice: White Sand Prison is good.

Legislator: You'll stay here at Newt Lake, right?

Abeno: Anywhere's fine...

Koura&Legislator&Justice: Ashiya-kun? (Where will it be?)

Ashiya: I...

Ashiya: I!!

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Fusshi: Saga.

Let's buy meatbuns from the convenience store on the way home.

Saga: I want oden.

Fusshi: I'll get some oden with you, then.

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Zenko: (Did Abeno and Hanae come back yet...?)

Zenko: They're not here...

Zenko: Guess I'll have to try again tomorrow.

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Ashiya: Tomorrow?

Zenko: Hanae... I thought you weren't back yet.

Ashiya: The teacher asked me to help out with some stuff.

Zenko: You're off today?

Ashiya: Yeah...

Today... Actually, tomorrow and the day after, too.

Zenko: Did you lose your ability to see demons again? (That's why you were on break last time.)

Ashiya: I'm not off because I'm feeling out of it.

The truth is...

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Zenko: So Abeno's been out since the day before yesterday...

(Abeno: It's enough for one of us to stay in the Underworld.)

Ashiya: I'm working at the Mononokean like usual, but...

I was finishing up what I could do in the morning, so he probably won't call me...

Ashiya: If there's anything I can do...

Mononokean: "It's okay even if I can't see Hanae!" is what he's saying.

Ashiya: That face...

Abeno: That face...

Ashiya: Though his face didn't seem to say it was okay.

So we decided it was better for Fuzzy to stay with me, in case I met any demons while Abeno-san was away...

Zenko: He's looking after the house, then?

(Ashiya: I'm home!)

Ashiya: !

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Ashiya: A letter?

Zenko: Oh...

Yeah...

Zenko: A letter with...

A spirit photo.

(Ashiya: Spirit...)

Ashiya: !?!?

Zenko: Wanna see...?

Ashiya: (Uwooo?!) Wait...!! Let me prepare my heart first!!

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Zenko: I'm kidding.

I know you're bad with this kind of thing, so I wanted to ask Abeno's advice directly.

Ashiya: .......

Zenko: Abeno... He'll be back in seven days, right...?

Ashiya: !

Zenko: What will Abeno do if the Underworld Princess's condition keeps getting worse...?

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Zenko: I don't really understand when I'm with you guys, but...

When I think about Abeno, I really feel like he's someone from another world.

(Even though he's human...)

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[Shizuku: Even though when Itsuki started working for the Mononokean...!]

[Legislator: Itsuki was so honest and kind back then...]

[Justice: He'd get on my back and we'd stroll around...]

(Long before we met, Itsuki spent his time in the Underworld.)

(He lived surrounded by demons.)

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[Even if he's human,

He's someone from the Underworld......]

Zenko: I'll visit again next week to ask about the spirit photo.

Ashiya: I'll let him know about it if he calls me for work.

Zenko: Thanks.

(Zenko: Bye-bye!)

(Ashiya: Bye-byeee!)

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[If the Underworld Princess's condition worsens...]

[He probably won't be able to come back to the mundane world...]

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Ashiya: (...No, no, no, he has to take care of Fuzzy, too!]

(Next week, he'll definitely be back!)

Ashiya: Next week!!

[jul-bilant]

Prince!Seungcheol

prince seungcheol

he was always the buzz around the whole kingdom *i mean y wouldnt he?? have you sEEN the guy????*

he’s always going around town, supervising incase any dumbass decided to sell drugs around the block or smth

(he once caught one and he didnt kno seungcheol was the prince and offered him marijuana and got arrested bc of tht and bc seungcheol got offended lmao)

and whenever he passes by, theres always gonna be some thirstyass girls staring at him like

“oMF SAMANTHA ITS PRINCE SEUNGCHEOL”

“SHUT UP JESS HE’S GONNA HEAR YOU DIMWIT”

or like

*runs up to him* “cAN I BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND??”

and tbh seungcheol just deadass rejects her but like,,, politely bc pRINCE MANNERS

and thats why he has two bodyguards with him at all times outside the palace now

anyways;;; prince seungcheol’s rlly rlly rLLY polite and well-mannered

he’s also a smart boi like

8 yr old seungcheol can solve 10th grade algebra, write a whole 10+ paged essay abt cytology and find the cure for cancer

kidding lol *nOT*

but srsly, this boi is smarter than yo algebra teachers like bi h

and he’s also sort of leader-like, so people already know he’ll be a great king one day

but he also has a kind heart and cares for everyone he loves and the whole kingdom

a 5 yr old girl once tripped over a rock infront of him and he took her to a bench, bought a bandage and aided her scraped knee ;-;

you can tell im soft for seungcheol hhhh

anyways, he’s been stressing out for a while because his coronation as king is nearing and it’s in a few months since his father died a year ago

and he needs to find a suitable partner

thats where you come in

you’re a maid in the palace

the maids have a thing where they check on seungcheol every two or three hours to see if he’s hungry, needs smth, or anything like tht

and this time, you were assigned to check on him

tbh you’ve never been assigned because it’s always the head maid that checks on him or that one maid thats always been the head maid’s fave

but not today

it was 10 pm and you went to see if seungcheol needed anything so you go to his study room

but before you knock, you hear something from inside his study room

it sounds like crying

and you know for a fact that thats seungcheol’s voice thats crying

you were at a loss of what to do, so it took you a while to do anything, but you decided to go down and tell the chefs that he was hungry just so you could bring him his favourite food to cheer him up

when you went back to the study room, you knocked

but he didn’t answer

it was quiet now, no more sobbing

so you opened the door

and saw seungcheol with his head down on the desk

you quietly wheeled the food towards his study table and put the tray on the other desk near the couch

you carefully approached seungcheol out of curiosity

his cheeks were stained with dried tears, but other than that, he still looked as handsome as ever

you grew concerned and took of the blankets from the bigass closet near the prince’s room and draped it over him

i mean, you were already there so why not lol

the next morning, seungcheol awoke to the smell food and a blanket around him

he grew confused but shrugged it off, he expected one of the maids to do these things

but he smiled knowing someone cares

meanwhile, the head maid came up to you and told you that you’ll be the maid who’ll regularly check up on seungcheol from now on since she was, quote-on-quote, “busy”, and her favourite maid had to retire for god knows what

you didn’t know why but you felt a sense of happiness and anxiety at the same time

so in the afternoon, you go to check on seungcheol as he’s in the study room, sorting out papers

when you enter the room after knocking, seungcheol kinda stares at you

not in the bad, offending way, nah m8

but like

‘holy shit this woman looks better than a grilled cheese sandwich’

which roughly translates to “prince seungcheol is making googly-eyes at maid y/n” ty v much

and he blushed a bit but hid it well when you approached him

“good afternoon, prince seungcheol.. i am maid y/n, i’ll be the new maid who’ll check on you from time to time from now on..” you inform him

he smiles

s m i l  e s

“thank you for informing me, miss y/n,” he replied

“may i ask you a small favor?”

you were like

‘w8 boi whut-’

but you just replied with an “ok”

“please tell the maid who draped a blanket over me and brought me food last night 'thank you’, and tell her it’s from me.” he smiled

you contemplated on telling him whether or not it was you,

which would be odd for other people, since they would of cOURSE take the chance and say that they did

but you had a sense of not taking credibility in most cases bc you like being humble and shiet so you nod and telling him you’ll inform her

“thank you, it means a lot to me..” seungcheol smiles

a few months after, you hear his royal adviser, which no one rlly likes tbh (tht includes seungcheol), scolding him because he has yet to find a partner

so you go check on him in his bedroom after knocking, and he let you in

you two had, undoubtedly, grown close

which is weird bc he doesnt really make friends w/ workers in the palace, much less be best friends with them

but thats what happened

he basically tells you everything from his dreams, to when his father passed, to how his cat scratched the curtain of the theatre room and etc.

so naturally, you started liking him

but of course, why’d the prince like a maid like you????

yall were just best friends

(like any other ff pfft)

you sat down on his bed, a concerned look on your face as he was on the verge of tears

“whats wrong?” you asked, even if you already knew what dampened his mood

“Mr. Song is pressuring me into getting married again, but this time he told me other things..”

you watch as a tear or two falls from his eyes

its really painful to watch him cry

“its okay… you dont have to tell me if you dont want to..” you reassured seungcheol but he just shakes his head

“no.. i think you deserve to know”

and he told you about how his adviser called him a worthless prince for not being able to even court a girl, telling him that if he was this indecisive, the kingdom would fall, and other hurtful things like that

at this point, he was crying the whole waterfall somewhere in the deep woods near the kingdom

“cheol.. i’m sorry you had to endure that…”

without thinking, you gently pulled him into your arms, pulling him into a warm hug

both of you were surprised, but didn’t waver away from the hug

for a second you thought 'omf why the fu c  k did i do that’

but you just shook the thought away, telling yourself that your best friend is in emotional pain and you did that for moral support

(which wasnt the only reason but you wanted to deny the others hhh)

but seungcheol on the other hand was lo si  n g his shit

on the inside, of course

he’s like 'omg omg omg she’s hugging me mOM-’

but thats where it dawned on him

he likes you

the next day, you knocked on the door of his study room

but it was silent, just like that one night when he cried himself to sleep

so you opened the door,

but he wasnt there

you panicked a little, thinking about where on palace grounds he couldve gone to

so you checked his bedroom, the kitchen, the theatre room, the throne room, the royal gardens, everywhere

but aside from finding his cat scratching the theatre room curtains, they were all empty

you asked the head maid where he was and she answered you with a shocked expression before replying

“you mean to tell me you didn’t know he was in the neighboring kingdom, meeting up with his arranged fiancee?”

fiancee

arranged or not, it still hurt to know that he was with the woman who he was going to marry

and that was not you

the head maid gave you the day off, since seungcheol wasnt here for the day

you dressed casually, a white, plain, sleeveless dress that goes to your knees, instead of the regular, convervative, longsleeved maid uniform you were obliged to wear when you had work

you took a walk around the palace grounds, eventaully stopping when you reach the rooftop balcony

the moon was already making an appearance, the night ready to take over the sky

you stay there for the time being, finding the night sky, stars and a few blobs of clouds enticing to the human eye

moments later, you find yourself holding back tears

you let out a few stray tears drip down your cheeks as you sniff, not bothering to wipe them away

you were surprised when a blanket was wrapped around you, and a familiar pair of arms pulling into a hug

“its cold, you shouldn’t be out here at this ti- ….why are you crying?” you heard him voice out the last part in a soft whisper, contrasting his normal tone of speech like how he talked a few moments ago

“n-nothing… its dumb..” you tell him, dismissively

but he wasnt having it

“come on, i’ll listen to you.. tell me whats bothering you to the point where you’re crying..” seungcheol wiped a few of your tears away

“i’ll be fine, cheol.. and.. aren’t you supposed to be in the neighboring kingdom until tomorrow?..” you asked

“yes.. but there was no reason to stay if i rejected the marriage.”

what

w h a  t

“you- what?!” you turned to him, dumbfounded

he chuckled

“yeah, i rejected the marriage. i have my eyes on another girl..” he confessed, not breaking the eye contact you both shared

“…quite literally..” he grinned

“she was there for me through everything, comforted me at the toughest of times, and brought me food and a blanket when i fell asleep at my study room..”

so he knew

you blushed, knowing exactly what he meant

he approached you slowly, and once he had you in his field of reach, he cupped your face and pulled you closer to him

“would you…” he paused

“…marry me?”

you smiled a gentle, assuring smile

“..of course.”

and in a fit of smiles and small laughs, seungcheol kissed you