#requesting help from my mutuals because thanks to them I am reading this wonderful book

[supercool-here]

So, I did a thing...

I've started reading Narnia. My mutuals won. I never cared enough for this books until my dash was constantly provided with christian parallels in Narnia and everything about it. I needed to clarify the reason I wanted to read it (and I'm doing so now) is because I'm convinced it's a christian-based story (correct me if necessary, that was the best way I found to explain it), because I have a question about this part found in chapter eight of the first book, a dialogue by Mr. Beaver about how anything that looks human and it's not shouldn't be trusted. I do not like people who insist in finding a subtle, deeper meaning in absolutely everything in stories, but I must ask, what does this mean? (in christianism)

[forever-rogue]

hi! if requests are open for bucky, i like the concept of him being unsure of himself with reader (not a superhero/avenger, maybe just a mutual friend) and pining after them compared to how easy it was to get dates in the 40s. thank you!

tfatws revived my love for bucky im not ashamed

A/N: tfatws has definitely done the same for me! no shame whatsoever!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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You tore your gaze off of the television before you turned to look at Bucky. His blue eyed stare was trained on you, intense and unwavering. Sometimes it had managed to unnerve you, but you’d gotten used to it over the year you’d known him. He was more than just silent...he was calculating, but it never felt wrong. Waving your hand in front of his face you made a small sound to get his attention. 

“Bucky?” you whispered his name softly and that seemed to snap him back into attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Even in the dim lighting of the room you could see that a warm flush of red had crept up in his cheeks, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he shook his head, more at himself than anything else, a self-annoyed look crossing his features, “spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him, watching his features soften when he realized you weren’t going to chastise him for zoning out, “I for one was watching the movie, which is more than I can say for you - you should love the Hobbit if you actually read the book when it first came out. And these movies are actually good. Pay attention, Bucky!”

You grabbed one of the pillows off of your couch and lobbed it at his head; but he was quicker, reflexes still sharp and honed after all this time. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he held the pillow before determining whether or not to throw it back at you. Immediately sensing what he was doing, you shook your head and jumped up, ducking behind the couch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you hiding?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you peeked up at him. The nickname rolled easily off his tongue as it caused a shudder to run down your spine. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just something he tended to call people; it was definitely just a thing. It was nothing particularly about you or targeted at you but you couldn’t help but pause. You knew that you wouldn’t have minded if he called you that intentionally. But that could never, ever happen. This was Bucky after all and you were just...you.

“I know your game, Barnes,” you grinned at him, deciding to let the nickname slide, “I’ll call it a truce and we can go to your favorite place to get some dinner. I’ll pay! I’m waving my proverbial white flag.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he set the pillow back down on the couch as he stood up and raised his hands in surrender. Slowly you raised to your full height, but kept a wary eye on your best friend, “I keep my promises, you know that.”

“Fine,” you agreed as you grinned at him. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked you over and he felt his knees go weak momentarily. He could stare at your smile for hours, “get your jacket and let’s go old man.”

He scoffed in jest as you grabbed your shoulders and jacket off the coat rock and motioned for him to follow, “I’m not that old-”

“106? Isn’t that old?” you raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain your giggles as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “just kidding, Bucky. You know I just love teasing you.”

“I am in my 30s,..technically, thank you very much,” he insisted as he slipped on his shoes and you handed him the leather jacket, “don’t push your luck, kid.”

“See,” you grabbed the keys and he opened the door, ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back, “I swear Bucky Barnes, you’ve been an old man since you were a kid. Now let’s go! There’s pancakes with my name on them waiting.”

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Dinner with Bucky was easy...then again, everything with Bucky was easy. Every time you were with him, things just felt natural and normal, conversation and everything flowed freely. You’d met Bucky completely by chance, running into him, quite literally, on the street as you walked out of your favorite coffee shop and proceeded to spill coffee over both of you. He’d been apologetic, claiming it was his fault, but you’d been insistent that it was yours. One thing had led to another and soon enough you became inseparable friends. 

Much to his surprise, and delight, you’d never treated Bucky as anything but...Bucky. That’s how you’d met him and that’s all he was to you. Bucky. Of course, he was much more than a friend, at least in your mind, but you weren’t about to divulge that little piece of information. At least not yet. Maybe one day...or not. Probably not. No. You weren’t about to make a fool out of yourself and confess your feelings for a man that saw you as nothing but a friend.

Bucky, always alert and cunning, had noticed you’d become quiet throughout dinner as you both ate in silence. Normally he wouldn’t question it, but he knew your tells and could easily read you by this point and knew that something was up. 

“What?” he gently nudged your foot with his and you snapped back into attention as you looked at him, “you’re awfully deep in thought for someone that just wanted some pancakes.” 

“It’s nothing,” you insisted nervously, swallowing your bite down and clearing your throat, “just...tired?”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t going to push you, know you’d come around eventually, “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

There it was again, and you felt a warmth flush over your face as you focused your attention on the syrupy mess on your plate. It was silent for a few more minutes before you noticed a few women sitting at the diner’s counter, giggling among themselves as they cast longing glances at Bucky. Something in your stomach twisted and your heart constricted. Of course they were looking at him, women often did. And you couldn’t blame them; Bucky was handsome in almost every way, and you yearned after him as well. But unlike most other people, you weren’t about to be so obvious about it. 

“Looks like you have a little fanclub,” you murmured softly under your breath as you lightly motioned towards them women. Bucky slyly followed your gaze and studied the newcomers and huffed in annoyance. He abhorred any sort of extra attention, especially when it came from people that only liked him because of his looks. Besides that, it often didn’t last terribly long; usually people realized who he was - used to be - and that scared them right off.

“They’ll leave soon enough,” he shrugged them off before turning his attention back to you, “besides, I-I’m not interested. It’s not like it used to be…”

“Back when?” you quickly snorted in amusement as he jokingly glared at you, “back in your day? I bet you had them all over you then too.”

“Well, it certainly was easier,” he admitted as he played with the straw in his almost empty milkshake, “nowadays people are harder to read. They all either want one thing, or they just stick around until they find someone else. It’s not worth it...and honestly, now one has caught my eye.”

“No one?” you asked as you pushed your last bite around the plate, letting the fluffy pancake soak up the syrup, “I find that hard to believe, even for you, Buck. Everyone has someone they’re interested in.”

“Huh,” he mused as drained the last of the milkshake, “well then, is there someone that has captured your interest?”

“I...no, not really,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the lie. Instead he immediately made a sound of small disbelief; you should haven’t even bothered to try and lie to him. He could see right through you, “there’s nobody.”

“I thought you said everyone has someone that they’re interested in?” oh yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let this go at all. 

“Except me.”

“I find that doubtful.”

“What about you then, Bucky Barnes?” you decided to deflect by throwing the question right back at him, “has anyone captured your interest?”

Bucky paused for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he mulled over his next words carefully, “yes. There is someone.”

“O-oh,” you stammered as his gaze shifted back to you, blue eyes keenly studied your features, “you gonna tell me who it is?”

“Well,” he started slowly, tapping his fingers on the table as he leaned towards, "there is someone, but I don't know if she knows or thinks of me as more than a friend, but god, I hope she does. She's been my friend for a while now and I kind of want to ask her on a date, a proper date, but don't quite know how."

"Do you...do you think she could feel the same about you?" butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Surely he couldn't mean you. But then...why was a light flush of pink in his cheeks? Why was he watching you so intently?

"I don't know," he confessed with a light shrug as he sat back in the booth, an arm extended over the back, the picture of ease, "sometimes I think she might, but I don't want to think she does and mess anything up. I'd rather keep her as a friend than lose her."

"I guess you won't know unless you ask her…" you were positive that he could hear your heart beating rapidly, "you never know until you try. I have a feeling she won't turn you down if you ask...just a hunch…"

"Hmm…" a smile, dazzling and brilliant, grazed his features, "well then sweet-"

"Excuse me," one of the girls from the counter had approached your table and was leaning into Bucky, with her back to you. She was twirling her hair around her finger as she offered him her most dazzling smile. She was definitely beautiful and you really had nothing to base your annoyance off of, but she rubbed you the wrong way, "I was just wondering if you'd-"

"Hi, excuse me?" you couldn't help yourself as you gently tapped her arm. Bucky raised an eyebrow as she gave her a surprised look on her face, "I don't want to interrupt but he's mine. And if you don't mind...we're on a date."

"O-oh," her eyes widened as she looked between you and Bucky, who was currently sporting the most shit eating grin, "I didn't know. Sorry…"

She scurried back to her friends as you looked back down at your plate. Bucky cleared his throat as he leaned in, hardly believing what had happened. You could feel his curious blue eyes on you, searing and questioning.

"So she feels the same way or she's a good liar," he said softly as you chanced a glance, biting on your lip, "I'm yours, huh?"

"Shut up," you groaned, "it was to get her away from you, so you're welcome."

"Mhmm…" god that smile made you want to melt.

"Bucky!"

"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing...why?"

"Can I take you on a date?" he asked as you looked at him in surprise, wide doe eyes meeting his, "a proper date?"

"I...yeah, Bucky. I'd like that a lot," you agreed softly, "see...I told you she won't turn you down."

"Guess you were right," he was causal, but inside his heart was fit to burst as he reached across the table and gently put his hand on top of yours, "I'm already hers, but she's my girl too."

Yeah. You could definitely get used to that.

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[loving-all-for-loki]

i really love your writing sm. could I maybe request something with Loki and reader being slow to realize that the feeling is mutual? if you dont mind <3

A/N: Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy my writing, that makes me very happy to hear. I tried my best with this, I wasn’t really sure how to go about it, but I think I did a fun little twist to it. The italics are flashbacks. ALSO, you don’t need to know the song “Stuck In The Middle” to read this, but it will make this fic a little bit cuter if you do, so go stream it! It’s by Tai Verdes (actually just go listen to his whole album TV). I hope you enjoy this, nonnie.

Stuck In The Middle

Loki x reader

Word count: 2255

Warnings: fluff, maybe swearing I don't remember lol

Tony decided to throw another one of his giant parties, but no one is really sure why. There’s no holiday, no accomplishment to celebrate. All you know is that the tower is filled to the brim with high named people and well rounded faces. Music is blaring as people lounge around drinking or casually dancing. The Avengers are all around, scattered among the faces.

You on the other hand are leaning against a wall drinking some pop and trying to ignore the creepy men that hit on you. Parties are fine, you don’t mind them, but you don't go around gloating about your business or accomplishments. You watch Tony walk around getting praised by millionaires and celebrities with a smirk on your face. Shaking your head, you look down and give your glass of water more attention than the people.

“You really should get out there.”

Steve stands next to you with his little suit on that makes you laugh. You’re not used to seeing him all dressed up.

“I’m not a boaster. I’ll dance here and there, but conversation isn’t my forte.”

“You're having a conversation with me, so what does that say?” He laughs.

“I don’t need your technicalities, Cap,” you laugh as well.

“You don’t even have to talk to people you don’t know. We’re all here.”

“Fair enough.”

“Do you want me to stay here with you?”

“No, Steve. Go have fun.”

He smiles at you before returning to his seat at the bar by Bucky and Sam. You smile at the three of them. You do truly love your friends, even if they bother you during alone time.

“Why would you enjoy them if they bother you?”

“Loki, stop reading my mind.”

“I can’t. You’re quite loud,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes as you take another sip of your water.

“Do you not like these grand parties?” He asks.

“Eh, I don’t mind them. Just not a bragger.”

“Ah, yes. One night dedicated to gloating about your own accomplishments while putting down others.”

“No, that’s the Oscars,” you joke.

“Who is Oscar?”

“Never mind. Why you go out and dance? I bet you have some moves.”

“Not without a partner. I’m more of a partner dancer.”

“Well, there’s plenty of pretty girls around you to ask to dance.”

“Why dance with a pretty girl when I have the most beautiful one right here leaning against a wall and ignoring everyone? That’s more my style.”

“Loki, I’m flatter,” you laugh, “is this your way of asking me to dance?”

“Possibly. Thor has been bugging me to ‘get out there’ and I don’t like anyone here beside you.”

“Such a gentleman.”

Loki rolls his eyes as he takes your hand in his and leads you to the dance floor. The song changes into a fun chill song you recognize as “Stuck In The Middle”. You and Loki dance together as the two of you laugh. At some point, he pulls you into him, holding him at your chest.

“Remember when we first met?” He asks.

“Yeah, I do. You were arguing with Tony and Thor.”

“I want to return to Asgard and I will no matter what you say.”

“You’re a war criminal serving time here for your attacks. If you even attempted to go back, the American army would shoot you down.”

“And good luck to them.”

“My brother is a god, Man of Iron, do not forget.”

“Shut it, point break. You can try to leave if you want to die.”

Loki scoffs at Tony’s threat. As he goes to open his mouth, he sees a girl wander into the living area and scour the kitchen. The three watch her in silent and she opens every cabinet. Loki is curious by the girl with her long black hair and sweats on, clearing not caring about the argument happening. She finally turns around with her mouth filled with pretzels from shoving them in. She looks at the two gods and Tony with a wide eyed look, clearly asking “what” in her face and shrugging.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks after swallowing.

Tony laughs and shakes his head, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re fine, sweetheart. We’re just having a disagreement. Go enjoy your pretzels,” Tony chuckles.

Loki watches the way she submits to Tony and follows his lead, wondering who she is and why she listens to Tony without hesitation.

“I was so intrigued by you, this small little thing who looked so full of life. What happened to her?”

You laugh hard, “You got to know me, that’s what.”

Loki hadn’t seen the innocent girl in two weeks, wondering if she was even real. There had been some kind of glow to her so had he known better, he’d say she’s an angel.

Loki decided to coop himself up in the library while he was stuck on Midgard. Since he was stuck here, he thought he’d at least spend time doing something enjoyable. He’d spend hours in there until he had read every book and started to reread them. Then, as if the universe had heard him, the innocent girl had returned, putting a book away and getting a new one. She immediately walked out of the room and down to the tower’s elevator. Without hesitation, Loki got up and followed her at a quick pace, wanting to get in the elevator at the same time. As he walked in, they stood in silence next to each other and Loki realized he had no plan.

“I’m Loki. I don’t think we properly met.”

“Y/N.”

Loki feels his heart pound as she speaks to him with her heavenly tone. She sounds exactly like he thought she’d sound. It fits her so perfectly and he wants nothing more than to listen to her talk all day.

“I apologize for anything you heard the other day. Stark and I don’t see eye to eye.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she laughs, “He can strike a nerve sometimes.”

“That is an understatement,” Loki says, losing himself in his anger towards the billionaire.

You laugh at his comment which eases his anger. Loki is filled with joy knowing you find humor in his words, learning you’re not as stuck up as the other Midgardians.

“You read?”

“Yes, I love to.”

“What’s your favorite book?”

“Sense and Sensibility.”

“I don’t think I know that one.”

“It’s a Midgardian classic,” you say with some snark.

“I’ll have to read it. May I ask what you are doing for the rest of the day?”

The elevator opens and the two of you walk off, Loki still following you with awe.

“I’m going to spar with Steve for a little bit. You can join if you want.”

“I will not participate, but will not refuse to be of company.”

You smile at him as you walk towards the training room. Steve stands there getting ready and is surprised to see the stoic god behind you.

“Is he joining?”

“Just to watch.”

Loki sits down on the bench and leaves you to get changed and stretch. He can’t comprehend how something as sweet as you can be so willing to fight one of the super soldiers. He can’t even lie that he’s scared for you, but he’s soon proven wrong in seconds as you knock Steve down to the ground in a sweet kick. You and the super soldier go at it and you prove to be a worthy match for Steve. Loki is shocked by your swiftness and strength, clearly underestimating you.

“Well, I’m impressed.”

“I didn’t expect you to be as tough as you are.” “Wow, you underestimated me. I’m hurt, Loki,” you tease.

“I’ve learned to expect the unexpected with you.”

“How so?”

“I think we all remember your silly holiday ‘April fools’.”

April fools is one of your favorite holidays and now that the trickster god is living with you, all of the avengers are on high alert all day. No one realized he didn’t know about the special day, so Loki wondered why everyone seemed to ignore him more than usual. He walked into the living space to see you sitting on the couch with another book.

“Did I do something?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m aware I’m not well liked, but it seems that I haven’t seen anyone all day except for you right now.”

“It’s because its’ April fools and they’re scared of you.”

A little ping of pride hits Loki.

“They’re scared of me? And what is April fools?”

“It’s a dumb holiday here where you prank people and they’re worried you’re going to pull something. After all, you are you.”

“You have a whole day dedicated to messing with people?”

“Yeah, usually it’s something simple like telling people you’re pregnant when you’re not or tying the spray nozzle on the sink together so everyone gets wet when they use it. Other people go big which is what they expected from you.”

“That doesn’t shock me,” he laughs.

“Yeah, I wanted to prank them, but I think they’ve left the building entirely.”

“You say we have the tower to the two of us?” Loki can think of a couple ways he’d spend alone time with you, but the idea of messing with the Avengers with your help is too tempting. He’ll have to put his other ideas to the side for the moment. “We can still do something.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure, but you could think of something, I’m sure.”

“We could glue everything down so you can use anything?”

“Like stick the together?”

“Exactly, but we could use your magic so we could reverse it later.”

“I like how you think.”

About two hours later, the Avengers return from wherever they had been throughout the day and run to their rooms to avoid Loki. As soon as they noticed the two of you relaxing on the couch, they tensed up and sprinted. You pretended to not have told Loki about anything and watched them get nervous, trying to hide your amusement.

It’s only minutes later when they all run back in yelling at you about how they can’t pick anything up or open drawers. Loki looks over to you among the chaos and smiles, seeing the wide proud smile across your face.

“That was a lot of fun. You surprised me in the past though, too.”

“Whatever do you mean?” He laughs.

You had gotten hurt on a mission and found yourself with a broken arm. Every day activities became 10x harder because you have to do it with your non-dominant hand and it’s started to get annoying. You’ve been attempting to make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for about 25 minutes now. Loki walked in to see you struggling with peanut butter all over your hand and a glob on the bread. There’s a giant tear in the middle of the piece you’re spreading it on and a frown on your face.

“You look like you’re struggling.”

“Thank you, captain obvious!” You exclaim in an angry tone, glaring daggers at the god.

“Do you need some help?”

“I would love some because clearly, I’m having some difficulty.”

Loki comes over and helps you finish making your sandwich. You sit down to eat but because of your bad mood, you don’t even want it now. Loki notices your distress and shakes it head, waving his hand by.

“You’re healed, now eat your sandwich.”

You look at him in confusion until you realize your arm doesn’t hurt as much when you move it. You rip off your cast and feel around to feel how your arm is completely healed.

“Thank you!”

“You can be very sweet sometimes.”

“Don’t let Stark hear that, he’ll think I have mind controlled you.”

The Avengers all sit around the bar and watch you and Loki dance. They have a big smile on their face as they see you two have fun, laughing and talking. Thor has never seen his brother look so relaxed and joyful before, it’s refreshing to see him happy. Steve and Tony don’t miss the way you look at Loki, it’s filled with more love than any friends would look at each with.

“You think there’s more there?” Thor asks.

Steve and Tony turn to look at him with confused yet amused faces. “Thor, you really are an idiot,” Tony laughs.

The song comes up to the last chorus and you and Loki have stopped talking. He swings you around and holds his body next to yours. The music get’s both of your attention.

Cause we’re stuck in the middle of lover and friends

And we’re losing every part of the benefits

You’ve hurt me more than I ever knew

But it’s shitty because I’m doing the same to you

As the lyrics set in, you remember all the things Loki has done for you. Making your PB&J, recommending books, keeping you company when the Avengers are away, dancing with you at New Years parties, giving you a hug when you return from missions, and not leaving your side when you’re hurt. Loki thinks of all the things that made you bearable. Your sense of humor, the smile on your face when you see him, the way you’ll reread books you love, the way you make fun of others with him, and how you defend him when they make fun of him.

“I think I like you,” you both say.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi lovely 💖 I have a request for some reca for the community. I have no idea how to search for it but I have a burning need for fics involving John being a confident flirt or coming on to Sherlock and S being a blushing disaster. I know I’ve read some before (like the one where John is a wereslut lmao) but I can’t think of anymore. Anyone in the remaining hive mind got ideas? 💖💖💖 thank you for doing god’s work in these trying times and always being wonderful.

Hey Lovely!!

Ahhh I think the fics on my John Centric Fics / Sex God John masterpost might be good! 

Here’s some flirting fics, so thank you for the excuse to start a new list!! <3 Of course, if anyone has any suggestions, please add your own! <3

FLIRTING

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 w., 1 Ch. || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, POV John, Phone Sex, Texting, Masturbation, Long Distance, Drunk Texting) – What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John's divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that...

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,086 w., 16 Ch. || Post-TRF, Drumsticks, First Kiss/Time, Love Confession, Self-Sexual-Discovery, Anal, Rimming, Orgasm Denial, Butt Plugs, Cooking, Furniture Sex, Bath Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Prostate Massage, Anal Beads, Dancing, Romance, Tantric Edging, Internalized Homophobia, Case as Foreplay, Anal Beads, Tickling, Dancing, Dry Coming, Romance) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They're in love. You know the drill.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

[moonandflowersfairy]

match up request: Thank you so much for creating such wonderful content! I hope everything is fine with you, I apologize in advance for various mistakes, English is not my native language! This is my first request anywhere, so I hope I sent it to the right place!

I would like to know if I can request a match by tokyo revengers?

My personality: ISTJ-T, gemini zodiac sign, I am calm, quiet and even a little reserved for strangers, I try not to start a conversation first, for fear of touching on unpleasant topics for the interlocutor, but I am ready to support the person if he wants to communicate with me. I am more open with close people, together we can go crazy, but I quickly get tired of communication and I need a break sometimes long, but I always return to friends. I am not a very active person, and it is an art to get me out of the house, but I am extremely hospitable within my home and am ready to provide comfort and coziness to any person. For me, family comes first, so if you enter the circle of people close to me, I will do anything for you!

I like: music (it's a tragedy to go outside without headphones), books of almost any genre, but I prefer science fiction and horror, I have a sweet tooth and a homebody, I love comfort and cold weather and bitter coffee, I like cute things, there are collections of proteins that just lie and delight the eye. I love the silence, but from time to time I like to attend noisy events.

Pronouns : she/ her

A heterosexual girl, in a relationship I am looking for mutual respect and support. I will maintain stability and trust with a partner.

genre (fluff, Smut)

Thank you for reading this! Have a good day!

I match you with...

¡! Mitsuya Takashi ¡!

Why?

Because you are made for each other, a pair of good looking, kind introverts, never fails. your relationship is based in trust and stability!

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met in middle school

he was a quiet kid, nothing that really called your attention, until you had a project together

you were going to take care of an egg in pairs for three months just to prove that you were responsible of your own actions, treating the egg as your own child

you both named it Izumi

it was something kinda easy because of the calm nature of the boy

he always helped you, you need a small crib? don't worry, he has already bought one, you need time to yourself? don't worry, he's ok with extra time with Izumi, she needs clothes? don't worry, he already made 3 sets of colorful skirts and tops for the little one.

he always took care of details

you almost broke her one time. you slipped because you were in a rush to get to class in time, too bad they were mopping the floor

he, as the kind king he is, comforted you, telling you it was okay, Izumi was okay but you needed to be careful.

most of your classmates broke their eggs but you made it to the end with an A+

it was weird to stop talking to him after so much time, you went to his house often to handle him Izumi and now none of that happened, you missed him.

and so did he, he missed your soft laugh when he spoke to you about his sisters and how they wanted to take care of Izumi, your smile when seeing new clothes on the egg, your everything

so, he asked you out

meeting at 3 pm to eat in a ramen shop, then going to the mall to buy some things for you with you, and later leaving you in your house at 9 pm, with a tender kiss to your cheek, leaving you a blushing mess.

you had mutual attraction but it wasn't until the 4th date he asked you to be his girlfriend

the most caring boyfriend that exists

always makes sure you are okay, if not makes the possible to have you satisfied

buuuut he is not clingy

gives you personal space and expects the same

not possesive but likes you to wear his clothes in public

designs you clothes, and makes you model them

only handmade gifts

introduced you to Toman higher ups only, and always keeps you informed about whats going on in the gang

prepares to you dinner and invites you to his house to enjoy it with his sisters

enjoys to bake with you, somehow you always end up with flour in your body

introduced you to his mother one time and it was a little messy, the woman is not aware of her children, knows almost nothing about them :[

loves to hear you rant about your day

loves kissing you

he is a super good kisser wtf hidrated lips all the time

will go with you to make your nails together

defends you

will support you in everything

big spoon but sometimes likes to be the small one, just to feel your heartbeat

he has something with singing, so sing to him, does not care if you have a good voice or not

knows how to dance

will take care of you in parties, trust him your drink

sometimes acts like if he was your dad because he is used to taking that role

puts you first

is very proud of his sisters, shows you photos of them when they were young

likes to be vulnerable with you, mostly crying with you

avoids fights

super domestic, family iis very important to him

¡! NSFW ¡!

switch, but prefers being sub

DEGRADE HIM.

only when rough tho

bondage is wow to him

makes you lingerié, lots of lace and cute things

god with oral

the best thing your pussy has ever felt is his tongue and lips, always surprises you with some new movement

how? we don't know

bratty sub

will make you scream his name, doesn't care if you are heard across the world

not a massive cock but knows how to use it, and with his tongue is more than enough

beautiful fingers

they look even more beautiful inside you

isn't afraid to try new things, will hesitate with pegging but ends up doing it anyways

favorite position is reverse cowgirl

loves to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see your face

always makes you cum like 3 times

he will not try threesomes, just wants you

thigh riding and thigh fucking

thighs in general hehe

licks you up after cuming

equal pleasure guy

play with his balls

he normal trims his bush, he is not hairy after all

praises you when he is in his climax

consensual king too

will never do anything to you without his permission

doesn't admit it, but loves to fuck your throat

will be very passionate

aftercare is wow, just like him 😗

sorry for taking so long 😭 Im very busy in my normal life and my dad isn't helping

with love, for: @marikabal

¡! song recommendation ¡!

[wlntrsldler]

Hii, was wondering if I could request you belong with me with oliver wood? Thank u :)

PROMPT: based on you belong with me by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N is in love with her friend with benefits, oliver wood. 

WARNINGS: light smut

WC: 1.8K+

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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you belong with me (o.w one shot)

“Always a pleasure, Y/L/N,” Oliver quipped, putting on his shirt as he shot you a flirty smile. 

You giggled under his stare, slipping on his discarded jumper to cover yourself. You inhaled his scent, feeling yourself fall deeper for the boy in front of you. “I can say the same about you, Wood.” 

He cocked an eyebrow, motioning over to the article of clothing you decide to drape over your body. “I take it that you’ll be adding this to the collection you have?” 

“Course,” you hummed, staring at him as he began to get ready to leave, as usual. “Need to have something to remember you by.”

Oliver cheekily snuck over next to you, pressing his lips against your neck, making you moan out. You pulled his neck back, connecting your lips together, making him groan. You pushed him down to the bed, straddling his thighs, your body bare from the waist down. He pushed you down onto his body, deepening the kiss. You pulled back, now peppering kisses down his exposed skin. 

He massaged the skin of your thighs, licking his lips, “And the marks I left on your body isn’t enough of a reminder?” 

“They are,” you murmured, sucking softly on his collarbone. He took in a breath, feeling himself growing hard under your rolling hips. “But it makes it easier to think about you when I touch myself when I can smell you.” 

Oliver threw his head back, taking all the strength he possessed to remove your body off him. You whined in protest, laying down on your back, defeated beside him. He propped his head with his hand, smirking at you, “You’ll be the death of me, Y/L/N.”

“Good.” 

Oliver left a few minutes after that conversation, making you sigh and bury your head in your pillow. You were so in love with the Quidditch captain and you knew you shouldn’t be. When you and him agreed to be friends with benefits, you both agreed that it meant absolutely no feelings, whatsoever. As far as you knew, Oliver was upholding his side of the bargain quite well, while you were failing miserably. 

It was hard not to fall for the boy. He was charming, kind, and not to mention, a great kisser. Whenever you two laid together, it almost didn’t feel like a mutual agreement. He has so much passion, so much care, every time you two were alone. Oliver would always ask you if you were okay, always made sure you were comfortable, and showered you with praise. He would bury his head in the crook of your neck, stating how good you made him feel. 

It’s been a few months since the start of your agreement and after each night, you felt yourself love him just a bit more than the previous night. In front of other people, you two acted like perfect friends, like everyone knew you as, but behind closed doors, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. He would pepper your face with soft kisses, tangle your fingers together, and murmur words of adoration in your ear the minute there were no eyes on you two. You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing but you couldn’t help but not care. Oliver Wood was addicting. 

The following morning, you winced as you hobbled down to the Great Hall, legs sore from last night's activities. You grimaced as you sat down at the table, across from Oliver who had a smirk on his face that he was trying to hide behind his cup. Fred chuckled beside you, nudging you, “Fun night, Y/N?”

“Shut it, Weasley,” you hissed, taking a bite from a piece of toast you plucked off his plate. “I may be feeling a bit injured at the moment, but I can still hex you into next Sunday.” 

“One day, Y/L/N, we’ll meet the bloke who’s making it difficult for you to walk.” George added.

“Why do you assume it’s because of a bloke?” you grumbled, stuffing your mouth with eggs. “What if I just fell off my broom at practice? Maybe I have cramps. Did you ever think about that, hmm?”

“Sure,” Fred said, he motioned at your neck, reminding you of the marks that probably littered your skin. “But I’m sure your fall didn’t cause all that.” 

You blushed under their gaze, lifting your fingers up to trace the tender skin. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, Y/L/N,” the younger twin shrugged, looking at you with a playful twinkle in his eye. “One day we’ll meet the bloke you say is the best lay of your life.” 

Your eyes widened at his words, completely forgetting that you confessed that to the twins during one party after drinking too much. You heard Oliver snort in front of you, smiling in a teasing manner. He raised his eyebrows as if saying, “The best lay of your life, huh?” You flipped off George, making him and his twin burst out in laughter. “Shut up, please.” 

“I think it’s cute,” Oliver chuckled, leaning over to stare at you. “You’re smitten with him, aren’t you?”

“You can shut up too, Wood.” 

The three boys howled in laughter. Oliver sent you a wink when the twins were too busy joking around to pay attention to the two of you. You blushed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Merlin, this is going to be difficult, you thought. 

-

Unfortunately, it’s been weeks since your last night with Oliver. The Quidditch team has been practicing more than ever and you were both too tired to really do much. When you weren’t practicing, you were doing homework, already behind on at least three of your classes because of your rigorous practice schedule. 

Oliver’s jumper no longer smelled like him, making you upset that you had to settle for friendly glances and secret touches in the hallways. Your love bites already faded as well, disappearing with time. You missed seeing the red marks on your skin, reminding you of your heated rendezvous. 

You were walking out of Potions when Blaise came up to you, a flirty smile on his face. He stopped you in your tracks, leaning against a pole. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hello, Blaise,” you raised an eyebrow, confused as to why the Slytherin was talking to you. You clutched your books closer to your chest, “Anything I can help you with?”

“Actually yes,” he licked his lips, reaching down to grab your hand. “I was wondering if you could accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

You looked down at your hand sitting idle in his palm, stuttering over your words and you spoke to him for conformation. “L-like a date?”

“Exactly like a date,” Blaise nodded, placing a kiss to your knuckles. “If you’re up for it.” 

“I-”

“Leannan,” A voice spoke from behind you. A hand snaked around your wait, pulling you close to them, and ripping your hand from Blaise’s grip at the same time. You turned your head to see Oliver, staring down Blaise. “What’s going on here?” 

Blaise stared back, “Just asking Y/N on a date, Wood. None of your concern.” 

“Actually it is,” Oliver replied, pulling you even closer to him. Your body grew hot, feeling Oliver’s protective grip on your waist. “We have plans this weekend. So I’m sorry that but she’ll have to decline.” 

He nodded, reluctantly, shifting his attention from Oliver to you. “Hm, maybe next time then.” 

Oliver grinned, a condescending smile on his face, “Sure, mate.” 

Blaise raised his hands up in defense, shooting you a confused wave before walking away. Oliver didn’t dare to remove his hand on you until Blaise was nowhere to be seen. When he finally let you go, you looked at him in disbelief, “What was that for?”

He rolled his eyes, “You should be thanking me, Y/N. I got you out of a date with him.”

“What if I wanted to go?”

“Please,” he chuckled, now taking Blaise’s original spot, “You wanted to go on a date with Zabini?”

“Maybe,” you huffed but you knew you had no interest in the Slytherin. 

“Why would you want to?” 

“He’s fit,” you stated simply, shrugging like it was no big deal. It wasn’t really a lie. Blaise was fit, but you weren’t interested. “Plus, I could get to know him and see for myself if I see something with him.”

Oliver scoffed, “Don’t waste your time with someone like him.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so harsh right now.”

“Because you deserve better.” 

“Oh right,” you spat, “And better in your definition is to be hidden away as nothing more than a nice quickie, right?”

Oliver blinked a few times, trying to process your words. He held your upper arm, concern over his features, “What are you on about?”

“All I am is a friends with benefits right, Oliver? That’s all I’ll ever amount to? Merlin forbid that someone would find interest in me beyond that.” 

“Y/N, where is this coming from?”

“You really are thick,” you chuckled, tears now spilling from your eyes. “It stopped being a quick fuck for me a long time ago Oliver. I’m bloody in love with you.” 

You stood there in silence, breathing ragged as you spilled your feelings to Oliver. You shook your head, turning around to walk away from him. You took a couple steps before you felt him grab your hand, twirling you around to push you into his chest. He chuckled, ignoring the way your books fell from your hand, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “You wanna know why I told Blaise off?” 

“Why?”

“Because you belong with me, leannan,” he mumbled, lips ghosting over yours. “I’m in love with you, too.” 

You gulped, looking into his eyes, “You are?”

“Mhm.”

You placed your lips on his, sighing in content knowing you no longer had to hide your affections. Oliver wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he kissed you passionately. You squealed, sneaking short kisses on his lips as he laughed. He put you down, kissing your lips one last time before pulling away. 

“Oi, Fred!” George called his brother, a smirk on his lips as he hid behind a wall. 

Fred walked over to him, “What’s up, Georgie?”

George pointed at the two of you ahead of him, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. Oliver leaned down to kiss you again, this time backing you up against the wall to deepen the kiss. George grinned knowing that he won the bet. The younger twin held out his hand, “Five sickles, please.” 

Fred rolled his eyes, fishing in his pocket to get the money he now owed his brother, “Here.” 

George replied in a sing-song voice, “Thank you.”

“Shut up.”

TAGS:

@rexorangecouny

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 | fic

navigation | requests : open | 12th march 2021

pairing : dabi x fem!reader

genre : fluff, angst

word count : 3.1k

warnings : fire, death, trauma

themes : strangers to lovers, mutual pining, denial, story changes,

summary : you had to get away from the toxicity that is your father and the hero society. after 17 years of being trapped, you finally have a chance to escape but with a man you didn’t really expect to help. you wondered why he helped you, you don’t know it’s because you don’t question his looks, you saw him not his scars.

you didn't plan for this, you didn't expect him to save you.

the corrupted superhuman society, the toxic society you lived in angered you. maybe things would've been different if your quirk, or your parents weren't who they are.

they wanted to mold you into the perfect weapon against villains, were the villains really the bad guys? who had the right of calling people heroes and villains. what separated them.

those thoughts you asked yourself each day growing up, if you could even call it that. 

everything was okay at first, you felt loved, but once your quirk manifested that changed, drastically.

training everyday until you couldn't move, the tears, the bruises. when would it be enough, is this really what it took to be a hero, to be deemed worthy of such a title?

you had already had to endure 12 years of training constantly, for your dad. you always wondered what is would've been like, to grow up in a stable happy home.

your father had been rejected by the superhuman society, his views were called sick and twisted. he wanted, needed to make you the best. that would've been okay if he let you have a childhood, if he trained you like a daughter not a robot. 

your fathers quirk is jet fire, he can quite literally make jets of fire with his mouth. the green haired man wasn't always bad, he didn't always push you or bruise you. you remembered there was a time, he would hold you, he’d spin you around. 

your quirk is the manipulation of fire, with the particles around you, you can create fire and other gases like smoke. it was a literal merge of your parents quirk, except you don’t breathe fire you create it with your hands.

your mother hasn't talked to you properly since your father started training you at the age of 5. maybe it was the guilt, she never questioned her husband, he had left another woman for your mother, personally you thought she was the last thing holding your fathers sanity together. the guilt of ruining you, corrupting you had haunted her so much she didn't even notice the scars and bruises on your body.

you had never had a real mother figure to show you how strong women are. she would never tell you this but she wondered where you got your anger and courage from.

everyone has a breaking point. yours was when you realized your parents would be living your life for you until they die. that terrified you more than you'd like to admit. the thought of living your life as a hero, a hero you didn't believe in or want to be. an entire lifetime in someone else’s shadow.

did you really live 17 years for this.

you thought about this as you stared up into your ceiling. it was 1am and you couldn't sleep, again.

you had had an argument with the green haired man you were cursed to call dad. it got heated and you locked yourself in your room, you had a bag packed full of clothes and money. staring at it you thought, is it worth it, will all this be worth it.

heroes and villains, you scoffed, they're all the same.

hearing loud steps coming up the stairs, you panicked standing up quickly and shoving the bag into your closet.

“y/n!”

“what” you looked at your door where the man stood, putting your book down next to you. 

“training in 1 hour” you stared at him incredulously, it is 1 fucking am and this lunatic wants me to train, Now.

“no” you deserve sleep, you only finished training a couple hours ago.

“you will train with me in one hour, or else i’m taking your phone and you’ll be training until tomorrow night.” you sighed frustrated and angry as he slammed your door shut. of course he’d take away my one fucking escape.

your eyes darted to the bag peaking out the corner of your closet, maybe today is the day.

you stared at it for a minute before grabbing the bag and checking everything was in there before grabbing a couple more items of clothing and your charger cable. you quickly got changed out of your training clothes and shoved on some baggy jeans and a black turtle neck with some boots. ‘fuck okay, we’re doing this’

you grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your sheets to make it look like you’re sleeping and opened your window, your room was on the second floor so you weren't worried about the drop, you jumped down using smoke to soften your fall and you ran through the alleyways of the city.

after an hour of running you leaned against the wall of an alley and checked your phone to see 30 missed calls from your father. before leaving you made sure to turn off the tracking app and restrictions on your phone.

as you turned to run through the alley you felt eyes on you, a cold breath made the hairs on your neck jolt up, yelping slightly you jumped forward to see.. some sort of sludge monster?

‘fuck’ you breathed as it backed you against the corner, throwing your bag to the side you floated up a little with your quirk and blasted fire at it, it parted where you aimed the fire before molding back together, ‘strong, worthy of me’ it breathed and it collided with you making you scream out in pain, it was agony, it felt like it was ripping you apart inside out.

you could hear voices coming closer but you were a little preoccupied. you had an idea, you slowly created as much fire you could with your hands, the creature shrieked pushing you away as you gasped air filling your lungs again.

you noticed a circular black matter at the end of the alley where the sludge monster appeared from, before you could inspect it it shrunk until it was nothing.

the same voices you heard earlier yelled as the sludge monster slipped through the drains “she’s valuable, she defeated that monster” a man said coming closer to you, you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows “touch me and you die” you breathed standing up from the dirty alley floor. “feisty too” he chuckled.

you were outnumbered, it was 6 to 1 in a small alleyway. before the men could come any closer a voice behind them made them turn, ‘the people you wanted dead are just that, where’s my payment ’ you couldn't see his face so you attempted to look around for an escape, you noticed a drain pipe leading up to a sturdier metal one, if you could jump onto the electric box and swing your up you could make it onto the roof, you just needed to time it perfectly.

one of the men turned to keep an eye on you, “we’ll have your payment in a week” the man in the middle scoffed turning back to you, “you know that’s not good enough, the payment, now or i’ll burn you to ashes” he said with venom laced in his voice, one of the 6 men had moved to the side, you had a clear few of who they were talking to you, you felt as your face heat up at him but you shook it off.

you raised an eyebrow at him signalling to the metal bar, you weren't sure if he’d help you but he’d probably help you if it was for his benefit as well. he flicked an eye between you and the metal bar immediately smirking at your plan. 

you took his smirk as a confirmation and grabbed your bag from the floor and lifted yourself up with smoke from your feet and jumped swinging yourself from the metal bar to the roof, before you could fully push yourself onto the roof you felt a hand gripping onto your leg, you tried shaking the man off only to feel blue heat take over the alley beneath you.

your eyes widened slightly as the scarred man continued burning the men below you, “stop it!” you yelled as he raised an eyebrow at you the blue flames dying down to nothing.

you sighed in relief rolling onto your back, the men scurried away, burnt but alive.

“why’d you stop me?” he asked, you supported yourself on your elbows as he climbed up onto the roof, he didn't look mad, it was a genuine question. “i don’t know maybe i didn't want to see anyone die.” you deadpanned sitting up dusting the dirt off of your clothes.

he looked at you as if you were the most confusing person in the world, you hadn't asked about his scars or flinched when you saw him, or stared at the purple marks around his face and body. he wanted to know why.

“what?, do i have something on my face” you pouted slightly running a hand through your hair. “no, just surprised” you pursed your lips as if waiting for him to say more, you stood up and grabbed the bag full of your belongings you mumbled a “thanks”.

“what was that smokey?” he smirked, a nickname, really. you rolled your eyes at his remark “you should be thanking me as well, without me you would’ve been cornered” he nodded a little at your words “hm well, what’re you doing out here”.

“ran away” you said quickly as you stared at the missed calls on your phone screen. “i need to get away from here” you added as he watched your every move as if trying to decipher you.

“well, you wanna go to hosu?” you looked up at him in disbelief, “what’s in it for you”, he looked conflicted you weren't great at reading people, its not like you had friends or anyone other than your parents around growing up. 

“might change my mind” he grinned before motioning you to follow him, you cautiously followed his steps along the rooftop. “wait i don’t even know your name”. he turned around for a split second before jumping onto another roof, you did the same, “what’s yours”.

“y/n mido- just y/n” if you were really going to leave this world behind then this is where to start, leaving behind your fathers name.

“names dabi, why did you run away” he’s intriguing, besides you needed to get as far away as possible and he’s willing to help so telling him this isn't exactly a danger to you.

“my dads a dick, he’s trying to train me to become the greatest hero but if this is what it takes to have the fucking honor of being called a hero then i don’t want it. i don’t want to be controlled my whole life, or live a life i don’t want”.

“huh, sounds familiar” he joked leading you out of the alleys closer to the lit up streets of the city. you smiled at his joke before jumping down the building as he did using smoke to soften your fall again, he zipped the trench coat up around his mouth and let the hood cover his hair, his piercing blue eyes and nose were the only facial features visible, you laughed slightly at the sight making him roll is eyes at you.

you moved to peak around the corner of the alley, dabi stuck out a protective arm before peaking out as you tried to do a couple seconds before. he let his arm fall to his side again before motioning you to join him, you walked beside him. 

the large lights and billboards made your eyes go wide, “what you never seen the city at night before?” he joked watching your expression stay the same, you looked like a child seeing fireworks for the first time, it was endearing yet sad. had you really been isolated like this, never even seeing something as simple as lights in the darkness.

“i told you, my dad trained me most of my life, so I've never had the luxury of seeing this, never mind at night.”

he hummed at your words as he turned another corner grabbing your arm and dragging you in at the last second making you yelp, a couple motorbikes and cars stood in a line along the small street. the man eyed each of the bikes, you watched as he grabbed a key from a pocket in his oversized trench coat and placed it into a black and blue motorbike before throwing a leg over the seat and turning a head to you. “you coming or not?”.

you grinned before jumping up into the seat.

the world blurred past you, lights buildings and people became one, it really was beautiful, your wide eyes tried to catch everything as you sped past. “where are we going!” you yelled over the noises of traffic and people. “1 day in the city, then hosu city”.

you had never felt more alive, of course you were taking a risk going somewhere you didn't know with a stranger but this was better than being trapped in a house you couldn't call home. 

you gripped his waist as he sped up slightly, he probably didn't how much you hadn't seen, or how much you'd been cut off from the world you thought, in reality he knew more than anyone.

he was busy in thought as you sped past the lit buildings, he watched in the small metal mirror at your expression.

she’s the type to fall in love with everything unreachable, just like i once did.

maybe this was a bad idea, i could’ve just told them i lost her.

the sun started rising a little after you left for the centre of the city, the sunrise you knew all too well rose, sleepless nights led to you watching the sunrise on the rooftop of your house. it was lonely, being alone wasn't something you thought about often. people are disappointing is what you had been taught through experience but however much you wanted to be okay with loneliness you knew you’d find someone to change that, a friend.

“aye you still awake?”,

“mhm”, he grunted in return as you asked him about how much he’d seen of the city, the conversation went onto talk of your family. 

“my mother, she was so in love with the idea of my dad that she kind of just ignored how he treated me, they were good parents at some point, but somewhere along the line that changed”

the day was the most fun you had ever had and much to his disgust you went shopping, you were taking a while “fucking hell, yeah that’s fine”, you frowned at his tone before grinning “hm ill find something better”.

“No, no that is good, yeah its great stick with that”, you laughed at his annoyance before going to pay, “i’ll pay” you shook your head a little grabbing the card you put your fathers money on. 

he rolled his eyes before shoving his own card in the machine and punching in a couple numbers, you thanked him and took the bags resting them on your arms. 

the day went by faster than you liked, you soon found yourself heading towards the motorbike, the black haired man followed next to you eyeing your every move.

she’s going to hate me.

you followed the road out of the city towards another, the lights slowly becoming only dim streetlights. the bright yellow lights of the city were far behind you but even within the peace something was off, you could feel the tension between you and the male, even if you were to ask its not as if he’s going to tell someone he’s known for a little over a day.

“where are we staying in hosu?” you tried to fill the tension with small talk, the man sped up a little before answering “with a couple uh friends, they’re weird”. you nodded as if he could see you, just as you were about to ask him about his ‘friends’ you felt a drop of water hit your cheek.

as the rain slowly got heavier you giggled feeling the drops slide down your face, “what’s so funny smokey” he turned slightly to look at you, you blinked the rain out of your eyes to look at him not expecting to see his bright cerulean eyes looking straight into yours, your breath hitched slightly but you didn't look away, his eyes averted back to the road again and you let out of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

he found himself somehow jealous of the fact that the rain got to touch you, your eyes lit up as you watched the lightning flash across the night sky.

he huffed in anger at himself for even feeling these things, whatever, shes gonna hate me after this anyway.

with only an hour left for hosu you felt yourself getting tired and you grabbed a monster from your bag, you opened the can shuddering a little at the cold you chugged most of the acidic down your throat before hearing the boy in front of you elbow your knee, his hand was held out for the drink, you rolled your eyes pouting slightly and handed him the drink, the rest of the sugary drink drained down his throat. 

something about him intrigued him, maybe it was his mysterious nature, mystery had always drawn you in, it was fun figuring out mysteries and conspiracies, so why is he so difficult to figure out. his eyes were the most mysterious to you, his bright ocean filled eyes. they held so many stories, so many emotions you couldn't decipher.

“hey i asked you a question” you shook away your thoughts and asked dabi to repeat it he sighed shaking his head before smirking for a split second, “i asked how much you hate villains”, you furrowed your eyebrows at his question.

“i don’t hate villains.” you said simply he looked back at you as if asking you to carry on.

“its unfair how quick people are to decide the difference between heroes and villains, most heroes aren’t even good people, they're just fakes hiding behind the mask that is saving people, you hurt people in secret your whole life and then save a couple people and you’re suddenly a hero?, i don’t hate villains, i hate people who think get can choose who’s a hero and who’s a villain just from their appearance”.

he thought for a couple minutes before his lips curled into a small smile, she really gets it huh.

“i’m not stupid, i know you’re deemed a villain dabi, but you don’t seem one to me”, his smile softened a little as if you said the most meaningful words to exist, he felt his walls slowly breaking for you, worst part is he let it happen.

he turned one final corner before parking outside what looked like an abandoned warehouse, you hopped off the bike and followed the man to the door he sighed slightly, he let you go in front of him, you stopped at the door and turned around to look at him questioning his sigh.

he inched closer to you as your back pressed against the door, your eyes widened as his former comforting smile turned into a sad smile, as if he wished this could last.

your breath hitched as his face got closer, he grinned for a second his nose brushing against your own, just as you thought he was going to kiss you he pulled back slightly and lifted his hand which was clenched as if he was holding something, his hand stopped level to his mouth, he opened it and blew the powder into your face making you immediately collapse.

you didn’t expect him to save you anyway.

A/N : damn so part2? DJSF

FUN FACT : manga spoiler : when he said “ she’s the type to fall in love with everything unreachable, just like i once did.” he was talking about his desire to become the greatest hero with his quirk but because of his body is was unreachable.

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[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Normal ~ A.L.

A/n: Ah yes, this is going to be fun.

Request: “...Alec lightwood x male reader. Maybe the reader is mundane and shows Alec what it’s like being human for a day and then Alec shows him what it’s like being a shadow hunter. And maybe the whole time Alec is like o my word I love this kid...” by anon

Word Count: 5100+ (this is why it took me so long CHRIST I’m sorry)

MASTERLIST

You know, the thing that kept Mundanes seeing into the world of the Shadowhunters was a funny thing. It was supposed to always work, blocking humans from seeing monsters and those that hunted monsters. The problem was, nothing was perfect. Everyone made mistakes. Everything glitched from time to time.

I guess you could call Y/n a glitch.

The thing that kept humans from seeing things they shouldn't? It didn't work for Y/n.

When Y/n had first been seen facing down a vampire, it had seemed a little odd. The woman the vamp was going after seemed miffed that some dude was cutting in on her date, and everyone was confused. When they had killed the thing and Y/n had thanked them afterward, they'd all assumed he might have been like Clary - unaware of his Shadowhunter background somehow. But he had assured them he was human, and had proved it. Thankfully, since the plan had been to use a rune on him and if they had, he would have absolutely died.

Y/n was just immune to the magic that should have kept him far out of the knowing of what was really going on in the shadows of his town. Which left him unable to do anything, other than gather information and share it when he could. Y/n had no magic and no way to fight when he had no training or run protections, but he did have a talent for tricking monsters with their one weakness. He was human, and they were hungry.

Long story short: Y/n was really good at being bait, and he didn't mind it either.

Alec minded it a lot.

The two boys had gotten close pretty quickly. Alec refused to admit it, but Y/n was pretty charming. He had a nice smile and a contagious laugh, and a sort of lightness about him that was incredibly refreshing. It wasn't that he was untouched by darkness, or that he was fresh and innocent and waiting to be destroyed, like they all were before their line of living had ruined them. Y/n had been aware of monsters all his life, and being surrounded by people who could not see what he could see had landed him in either very near death situations, or mental hospitals a few times before he'd learned how to lie. He'd even been medicated really heavily a few times, but when that had done nothing, Y/n had come to terms that there was something going on that other people couldn't see. He had been in this business for a very long. No, Y/n was just the kind of person that refused to lose that inner child. He was soft and strong, and could make anyone smile and any situation bearable.

The way he made life so much more beautiful drew Alec in so aggressively, the Lightwood boy lost his breath every time.

Y/n was good at getting along with everyone else too. He wasn't good at much other than writing, leaving him to connect with Clary because of the similar vibes of their childhood, as well as their mutual passion for art. He and Simon bonded over poetry as well. Izzy enjoyed having someone who could keep up with her flirting, without it meaning anything or leading to something neither of them wanted. Even Jace was enjoying Y/n's presence when he proved that despite his lack of an ability to fight monsters and the such, Y/n WAS well trained in self defense. The two sparred while Y/n cracked jokes and made Jace laugh. Yeah, the blonde and brooding Jace was actually LAUGHING.

Having Y/n around was very refreshing.

So they all missed him a lot when he wasn't around.

Y/n attended college to chase am Arts History degree, and worked two jobs to keep himself afloat. The day Alec got permission to let Y/n move into the Institute was a great day for everyone. Now he was around a lot more- especially because now that he didn't have to pay rent, he could quit one of his jobs. In his free time, Y/n spent cleaning gear and learning how to hone his lame cooking skills. He wasn't great, but he was better than Izzy and was usually the only one with the energy to try it at the end of the day. When Hodge... went rogue, Y/n took charge of keeping up the Garden and learning all he could about how this world worked so he could take care of things and keep everything running smoothly. This left him spending most of his time in the library, reading up on history books.

One day though, Y/n needed Alec's help. Tensions between the two boys had risen almost to over spilling, but every time Y/n thought they were going somewhere, Alec stepped back. Y/n respected the boy's hesitance and never pushed, but the dragging was getting to everyone else. Izzy especially, who wanted the coolest mundane ever to get with her brother.

That wasn't why Y/n was bothering Alec now though. "Hey can I clean the glowing weapons things, or like... will those kill me?"

Alec couldn't help slip a small smile when he heard Y/n's voice. He turned around to see the boy coming in, a huge book in his hand but a confused look on his face. "Please tell me you're not talking about Seraph Blades."

"Those are the ones," Y/n confirmed without hesitation.

Alec shifted, raising an eyebrow. "They're just... fire."

"Well yes," Y/n drawled, rolling his eyes. "But the tubes. I mean, when they deactivate there's still something there, right? Doesn't that get covered in blood and stuff? Won't it getting all icky mess with the magic? And I've never seen any of them dirty. So do you guys have to clean them, or can I?"

That was very confusing to Alec. "Okay hold on. Have you never seen us kill a demon before?"

Y/n got rather sheepish then. "In my defense, I usually get in the way if I help, so I run unless there's someone in immediate danger. The last time, when I tried to help that girl, I almost got her, myself, AND Jace killed.

Alec flinched at the memory. "Jace is an idiot. Him jumping in when he did was his own fault."

"Wouldn't have been necessary if I wasn't provoking a damn vampire," Y/n mumbled.

"That girl probably would have died if you hadn't. We couldn't have attacked him with her there without chancing hurting her, or exposing ourselves. You saved her." Alec was ready to argue this, far too used to Jace's tendency to see the worst in himself despite the fact that he was actively a hero.

Y/n had to relent. "Fine, whatever. So, the blade?"

"Demons don't bleed," Alec explained. "They... well, it depends on the demons actually. Some turn to dust, or explode into fire. Some just kind of fade away. No need to clean blood off our weapons."

Y/n nodded, but obviously had a follow up question, so Alec waited for him to ask it. "Doesn't the dust get on your clothes? Does the fire ever burn you? Perhaps I should pick up some medical skills as well in case you guys come home hurt. Might make me more useful."

Alec rolled his eyes this time. "If you're seriously stuck on the idea of running this place instead of going out there and working in an art museum like you told Clary is your dream job, I won't stop you. That's not my decision to make." Y/n blushed, but Alec pretended not to see it. "However, if you're going to be one of us there are things you have to understand." He hesitated. "I want you to follow us around me around sometime. I can show you what it's like to be a Shadowhunter. You can even come on a mission if you want, but I want you to stay FAR out of danger, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Y/n was grinning, and between that and what he had said, Alec felt his chest heat up with a weird emotion he refused to address. "When do we start?"

A soft chuckle came from Alec then. "How about tomorrow? I'll wake you up bright and early, so be prepared."

Y/n nodded eagerly, already walking backward - presumably to return the book so he could head to bed. "Great! See you tomorrow, Alec!" He turned around and jogged away then.

Alec couldn't help himself but appreciate the view as Y/n retreated down the hall. He heard someone clear their throat and looked over to see Clary, whose smirk was so wide it wiped the smile off of Alec's face. He turned away from her and moved toward his own room. What had he gotten himself into?

-

When Alec got to Y/n's room that morning, he was expecting to have to wake the other boy up. Unfortunately for him, when he opened the door, Y/n was already awake. And getting dressed. He wore the long, dark pants a lot of the guys around here wore when they weren't in Mundane clothes. He did not, however, have a shirt on. "Oh, good morning Alec," Y/n greeted brightly.

Alec almost exploded right there. Y/n wasn’t especially muscly, but he was rather lean. Y/n did a lot of walking, running, and casual work outs every once in a while before meeting the Shadowhunters. He knew self defense after all, and liked that the occasional work out filled him with energy after a while, even if it tired him out at first. Since joining the Institute though, Jace had enforced a daily workout. Some days Y/n got even more done when the two boys sparred, or when he had to move things around for research (those books were a lot heavier than they looked) or rearranged his room again because he liked to have a new layout every once in a while. Y/n had become the extra pair of hands everyone was excited to have. He was strong enough to spot for a lot of the other Shadowhunters even, leaving him in that comfortable middle between ripped and soft. He had angles and lines, but plenty of soft edges too. He looked like he could pick Alec up and then cuddle him just as easily. It was a body type that looked very good on the boy, and seeing him shirtless did things to Alec that should not have been being done.

It was then that Alec realized Y/n was talking to him. "I'm sorry, what?"

Y/n laughed, shaking his head in amusement. He put a shirt on, leaving Alec wondering if the boy knew what had left Alec so distracted. "I asked you what was first on the agenda today."

"Have you done your morning workout today yet?" Y/n shook his head. "Then that's where we'll start." And they did. Alec pushed himself further usual, and he knew he was doing it to show off to Y/n, but he also knew a little part of him wanted to outshine Y/n too. The boy kept up pretty well, and Alec didn't want to have a Mundane do better than him. After, they got breakfast, parted to shower, and then rejoined again to head to the sparring ring.

"You guys do a lot of training here," Y/n realized aloud.

Thankfully Alec had caught it, because he was super distracted by the way Y/n's wet hair shone under the lighting of the Institute, and the way it made his eyes look brighter. He didn't need to get caught for staring again. "Yeah. It takes up time, but it also keeps us ready for any surprise attacks, and prepared for nighttime hunts." Y/n nodded but didn't say anything else as they reached the rings. Alec grabbed two long staffs, passing one to Y/n as they stepped up to spar. Y/n knew what to do - he did it often with Jace. Alec was sure he'd claim victory over the Mundane.

Which left him rather speechless when Y/n pinned him. They were both out of breath and Y/n loomed over Alec, his feet planted and knees trapping Alec as the end of Y/n's staff rested threateningly against Alec's throat. "You're dead," Y/n joked.

Alec looked at Y/n with new eyes. What was with this guy? Why did Alec have to try so much harder to end up on top? Mundanes were like Clary and Simon, before they'd been trained. Alec could still remember how long both of them had lost time and time again to even the newest and youngest Shadowhunters. How could Y/n win against Alec? "How are you so good at fighting? I thought your thing was writing stories."

Y/n moved back, letting Alec go. He offered a hand and Alec took it. He was once again knocked breathless when Y/n hauled Alec to his feet without seeming to even struggle. "I'm stronger than I look. And... when I was younger, I didn't have shadowhunters and parabatai to have my back. I had to learn how to defend myself. Whether it was running from monsters, or making sure I didn't get pummeled by bigger kids who called me crazy and laughed at me because of the stories I supposedly made up..." He shrugged.

That didn't settle well in Alec's stomach. "I don't think any of us know what it's like to live like that. Clary doesn't remember, and the rest of us grew up with each other. I... I'm sorry, that's terrible."

There was a second when Alec saw the heaviness that Y/n hid so well in the boy's shoulders. Suddenly Alec was stunned by how someone so burdened by pain and sorrow could still radiate so much light and joy and comfort. How did Alec only now know that Y/n was capable of winning against even a well trained Shadowhunter, if he was really trying? Why was it such a shock that someone who grew up with deformed nightmares roaming around, would be able to kick some ass and defend himself? Alec realized then that Y/n made everyone feel safe. Y/n didn't seem able to hurt anyone, even if he wanted to. It made Y/n even more amazing that he was capable of defending someone if he had to, but chose not to in favor of making people feel safe around him. I dare say it made Alec feel even more safe.

Y/n sighed, and the moment passed. He was smiling again and Alec felt his heart swell with a feeling that terrified the dark haired boy. A feeling that also made him feel... really great too. "So what's next on the agenda, Lightwood?" "Jace will have our goal for tonight. Come on." Alec lead the way as they both headed to where Jace was. Alec explained the situation, and with Y/n's assurance he'd be plenty safe, Jace agreed. Y/n had been around a lot, and Alec was right - if he was up keeping the place, he had to know what being a Shadowhunter was actually like. After that had been settled, the trio headed to track down Izzy and Clary for the mission tonight.

"First thing first, Y/n's joining us tonight. He won't be getting involved, and will only be tagging along for educational purposes so he can know what he's dealing with as he gets more involved with how this place work, as well as the people in it," Jace began. Izzy and Clary both nodded, no arguments to be heard. "Okay, now down to business." Long story short, there were two demons who had teamed up and they had to kill it. Usual stuff.

Since when had demons and murder become Y/n's normal? Yikes.

The kill went rather smoothly, just like it was supposed to. It was a nice change from all the odd things that had been rocking everyone's world since Clary, Simon, and Y/n had joined the team. Very good for teaching as well. Y/n stayed back as promised, taking notes mentally and internalizing it. He thought about his thought earlier on how murder and demonic beings had at some point gone from nightmare to reality. Normal, even. For Shadowhunters, there was no shift. They grew up and lived a life where monsters were more than nightmare and you learned to kill from a young age. Perhaps it was fair, since they were bad guys surviving off of killing humans, but still. Alec knew how to kill Y/n. He probably could, if it was required or just if he wanted to. He could do it and he would get away with it too. Shadowhunters leave no trace and no Nephalim was going to care about Y/n being dead.

As the dark thought started to rise, Y/n pushed it down. As much as he seemed a bundle of effortless happiness and light, even he had his moments. He was just better at keeping them in check.

Everyone came home and got ready for bed as Y/n made food. He finished up before anyone came to eat so he killed time by making everyone's plate and putting them on the counter. When he was still alone, he sat on the counter and let himself get lost in thought. Just as he was, Clary popped into the room. "That smells amazing."

Y/n smiled. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells then." They both chuckled as Clary grabbed her plate and began to leave. "Going so soon?"

She nodded. "I have this... it's sort of um..." she seemed to be struggling. "Drawing. Can I show you later?" It was a habit she'd gotten from Y/n, losing her words when she was excited. She had been a little like that before being a Shadowhunter, when it came to art. Y/n fueled it again and set off her fire. She was more into art than ever and Y/n loved to see it, even if it meant one less person at the dinner table.

Y/n had been trying to have family dinners, but most of the time his efforts dissolved. Rarely did he get everyone. Usually he only managed to wrangle a few, and sometimes he ate alone. When a Clary left, it wasn't long before Simon and Izzy meandered in, lost in conversation about something. Y/n wasn't totally listening, as they were obviously midconversation and Y/n was lost as to what they‘d said up until now. They each grabbed a plate and headed out. Y/n sighed and watched them, but still said nothing.

Jace came next. "What did you think about the fight tonight?"

Y/n jumped and then chuckled. Jace gave a sort of guilty look. The blonde tended to hide his emotions, but when it came to Y/n he was always sorry to disturb the boy. Y/n had just seemed very pensive - nearly sad - and Jace hated the expression on Y/n's face. He was too used to the others who were trained to notice other people in the room even if they were quiet.

Quickly composing himself again, Y/n responded. "It was... cool, I guess. You guys are incredibly talented and there's something aesthetic about watching demons vaporize. It gave me a lot to think about."

"Like what?" Have asked, eyebrow cocked.

For a second Y/n hesitated but then Jace doned a prying look and Y/n was a terrible liar so he gave in. "You guys don't know what it's like to be human." Jace's expression darkened and Y/n flinched. "I mean, you have this angel blood that puts you above everyone else. You slay demons and purify the world and handle the boosting power of runes that any other creature would be destroyed by. You know what it's like to be angel. Except maybe the flying." The joke lifted Jace's mood a little. "But you don't know what it's like to... I mean, you're half human. But I can't imagine  any of you getting jobs or going to high school. Being vulnerable without the protection of your runes and the insane immunity they grant you. I mean- like earlier, I realized that Alec could one hundred percent kill me if he wanted to, and he would get away with it. No human would know, and no Nephilim would care so-"

"Clary, Izzy, and I would care." Jace seemed to have not meant to say it out loud. But he had and it stopped Y/n short.

He felt cared for and it made him uncomfortable. Jace could sense that. "Well that's... not the point." He blushed. "But thank you."

Jace nodded, then moved on to spare Y/n. The other boy obviously wasn't used to having people care about him. It made Jace remember that Y/n's life had been really hard. Y/n had spent almost all his life alone. Sometimes it was easy to forget with how kind and loving Y/n was. He was used to taking care of other people but being taken care of? Yikes. "Does it bother you?"

Y/n immediately shook his head. "Not at all. I don't feel in danger, at least. I trust all of you guys and know that none of you want to kill me. It does bother me though that you don't get to experience that normalcy. I mean does anyone here bake just for fun? Or have hobbies outside killing literal demons?" Jace went to speak but Y/n cut him off. "Clary doesn't count, she wasn't raised a Shadowhunter." Jace's mouth closed and Y/n sighed. "I just wish more... safe things for you guys. More fun and laughing and loving and less sneaking around in the shadows and killing. Thinking like that all the time... living a life where you only survive and hide and kill. I can't imagine it does good things for your mental health."

"I'm in perfect health," Jace reassured Y/n.

Y/n rolled his eyes. "No you're-" He stopped, shaking his head. He hesitated, perking up when an idea occurred to him. "What if I incorporated a little humanity into how we run things here? We can have like arts and crafts rooms and encourage people to utilize the library and the garden for things other than just necessities. I can enforce family dinners and we can congregate and have awkward family dinner discussions like normal people."

Jace smiled. "That sounds really nice actually."

That encouraged Y/n a lot. "Perfect, I'll start tomorrow."

"Start what?" Two sets of eyes turned to see Alec coming in the room. His eyes lingered on Jace, who seemed to be light on fire by the eye contact, as he was instantly on his feet, grabbing his plate, and heading out.

"Y/n can explain. He has a really great idea." He paused, smiling wider. "I'll see you at dinner tomorrow." Then he headed out, leaving behind a grinning Y/n. Alec snagged the last two plates, setting one by Y/n and the other on the counter next to him. He then pulled up a chair, turning it backward so the back of the chair was against his chest as he sat down, beginning to eat on the counter rather than the table to keep Y/n company. "What was that?"

Another idea hit Y/n then. "I'm going to bring some goddamn humanity to this Institute. You're all half human and you act like that's a bad thing or something! I'll start with a crafting room, and then using the garden and library for fun stuff instead of just what we need. We'll have a calendar with birthdays and celebrate each one with a proper little get together. AND, we're having family dinners from here on. Spread the word."

The authority in Y/n's tone took Alec off guard. "Will do." He found himself smiling a little. "I show you what it's like to be a Shadowhunter and you took from it that we need to be more human?"

Y/n mulled that over for a second, rather than letting it go as the joke Alec had intended it to be. "I don't want to erase your angel half. I know what you do is important, and that you guys save people and stuff. But even though you do good things for others, none of you do anything for yourselves. Self care isn't just staying in shape and getting food and sleep and healing yourselves when you get hurt. Do you have any hobbies other than fighting, Alec?" The Lightwood boy considered before conceding that Y/n had a point. "You showed me how to be a Shadowhunter. Now let me show you what it's like to be human." Alec's smile grew. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Y/n agreed.

-

The day started the same, with Y/n respecting that Alec still had a routine and also that said routine was one some people carried as well. The waking up early and doing a morning workout, more than the killing demons and keeping vampires, werewolves, and fairies in check, but still.

Next, Y/n pulled him over to his laptop where he was going to online school. As Y/n worked, he answered questions about high school and even middle school. The more he talked the more Alec's face twisted in a bitter expression, like he'd bit into a lemon. Y/n busted up laughing when he got to math and Alec moved away from the screen as if it had offended him. "Not as glamorous as kicking ass and taking names and saving lives and shit, but it's cool. I guess."

Alec shook his head. "Is this... necessary?"

"I wouldn't go that far," Y/n snorted. "Do you use math like this? Ever?" Alec shook his head no. "And you're far more productive than most people who graduate college- and debt free!"

There was a moment where Alec seemed speechless. When he spoke again, it was slow. "This is kind of nice though. Easier to.. handle." He eyed the math page again. "No, I take that back. This is much scarier."

Y/n laughed at that. "Less deadly though. I get it." Alec smiled at him. It was so small it practically wasn't there, but it was, and it was sweet.

After a while, Y/n put his homework away. "That's not due for a while. Having to balance the human world and the shadow world was difficult at first so one night I pulled an all nighter and got weeks ahead on homework. My teachers were a little miffed since thy hadn't taught me the material yet, but easy ones like English were easy to swallow. Just, read a book and write an essay. You know?" Alec did nod knowingly at that. "My point is, we've had enough of this and don't have to finish it for tonight, so now is a good time for a break." He hummed to himself, thinking. "Do you guys have a TV here?" Alec rose his eyebrows. "That's what I thought. Come on we're going to go to my place."

So they did.

Alec had never been to Y/n's apartment before. Y/n had been clearing it out slowly, but there were still some thing here. Things that he couldn't take with him to the institute. Things like the fridge and the big furniture and, yes, the TV. It wasn't that he couldn't fit his bed and couches in the Institute, it was just that it would make it official if he did, and things still seemed to be up in the air for him.

"It's nice." It was perfectly clean and bright. The curtains were drawn to let the sun in and the walls were painted a light baby blue. The whole place made Alec relax his body. He sat on the very comfy couch and practically melted. There was just a sort of ambiance here that gave Alec the impression nothing bad could ever happen here. Which went against logic and reason and experience and training... but I guess that programming wasn't enough to fight the way the couch dipping with Y/n's weight, next to Alec, felt like... safety personified.

The two watched a few movies Alec had never seen or even heard of. Halfway through the Lion King, Alec felt his body lean into Y/n's. Without missing a beat Y/n shifted his arm so Alec could lean into in more, even rest his head on the other man's chest. Every time Y/n moved or laughed or spoke Alec didn't just hear it. He felt it. It was amazing.

All too soon, the sun was down and it was nighttime. "Do you want to watch another one, or should you be heading to bed soon?"

Surprise overtook Alec when he realized what time it was. His body was completely undone and his heart rate had evened out. He'd never been this calm in his life. "I'm surprised Jace hasn't come hunting me down."

That made Y/n smile. "I told him the plan for today. Told him that I was commandeering you and if he showed up to steal you tonight I'd kick his ass personally. I may be a Mundane but that won't stop me from finding a way to knock the blonde out of his hair." A jerking laugh bubbled from Alec then at the mental image of Y/n doing such a thing. "Yeah," Y/n agreed, chuckling along. "Took some convincing to get them to all take the night off. Jace argued, but as much as saving people is important, taking care of yourselves is just as important. And after you showed me what you guys do every single day... Holy shit."

Weird feelings began to twist in Alec's stomach. He could lie very well, about a lot of things. He could lie so convincingly that Jace would back off, and Izzy would let it go. He could lie to his mother to meet her ever demanding expectations. Unfortunately, he could only lie to himself for so long until his realist side kicked in and demanded him to accept what was.

He was in love with Y/n.

Well, shit.

"What are you thinking about over there?"

Alec felt his stomach flip. Double shit.

"Just... uh." He flinched at his sudden awkwardness. Y/n frowned, noticing it since they were so close. "I just want to thank you. The way you've thrown yourself into our lives and way of living and have done your best to keep everything going and then improve upon it? It's amazing. You work really hard to make life better for us."

Y/n swallowed, his face relaxed but his eyes intense. There was something in those eyes that was begging to be seen and known, but Alec was too scared to acknowledge it. What if Y/n could see through him and wanted to just be friends? What if Y/n was trying to be polite? But if that was the case, wouldn't he have pushed Alec away? Why was he pulling him closer?

Then they were kissing and it was all because of Y/n and Alec didn't have any doubts anymore.

When they parted again, Alec's mind was racing and Y/n's voice was soft. "I'll always be here Alec. All I want to do is make your life better and easier and more pleasant. You deserve it."

This time Alec kissed Y/n, and it lasted much longer and was much more intense. When they parted for the second time, Alec whispered, "Will you move in for real? I want you around all the time. I want you close and safe and I don't want you to go anywhere else. I don't want you to have to."

Y/n smiled. "Anything for you."

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Male reader tags: @sheepfather​

[daretosnoop]

Chapter 2: The Investigation Begins

Chapter 1

This chapter is more descriptive heavy. I changed the layout of the upstairs area to include a bathroom and another bedroom. 

At first, all Nancy felt was dizziness. It was strange. It wasn’t the first time she’d been knocked out by someone. But it was the first time it was done by a masked skull figure, and they didn’t exactly knock her out so much as throw, something, towards her face. Whatever it was, it was potent. She still felt woozy and would have gone back to sleep if it weren’t for the thunder and a woman’s voice.

“Here, drink this”.

The sudden smell of something bitter filled Nancy’s nose.

“Don’t give her anything strange, then I really will have to take her to the hospital,” came another, lower, voice.

“Oh hush now. Just get back to your work,” the woman snapped back. She turned towards Nancy and urged the drink.

“It will make the dizziness go away, dear”.

Ignoring all warnings of caution, Nancy reached for the drink and drank. It was bitter, not that she expected it to be anything else, but it worked. She quickly found herself coming back to terms with her surroundings.

“There’s a dear,” the woman said. “I’m Renee. Mind I ask what you were doing unconscious in the Bolet manor?”

“Someone attacked me”.

“Someone, attacked you?” Renee repeated, not understanding.

“Someone dressed as a skeleton attacked me. I’m Nancy Drew. I’m looking for Henry Bolet”.

“Girl, you sure you didn’t hit your head too hard? Should we take you to the emergency?”

“No,” the lower voice broke in. “No emergency rooms! I’ve already got enough to deal with, and this power outage doesn’t help matters!”.

Renee sighed and shook her head. She turned towards Nancy.

“If you need me, I’ll be out in my garden”.

Saying so, she got up and left out through some double doors.

“I’ll call them and put them on hold and see how they like it!” the low voice grumbled after Renee left the room.

Slowly, Nancy got up and looked around. The room was dimly lit. Candles were everywhere, decorating bookshelf after bookshelf. One bookshelf was oddly decorated by teeth, with each book depicting a tooth on its spine. Another had a stuffed lizard on it. Trophies decorated the other side of the room, and in the left hand corner a desk sat with a young man on a swivel chair.

“Uh,” Nancy called weakly, then cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Are you Henry Bolet?”

The swivel chair turned and she came face-to-face with an oddity of a man. He dressed sharply and was very fit, but he leaned into the red chair and slouched a bit. His crisp looks were contrasted with features that Nancy recognized as a goth look. Not quite one or the other, she thought.

“I am”.

“Uh, well. I guess I’m the woman who fell unconscious at your house. Sorry about that. Bad way to introduce yourself, though, I guess it could be worse.”

Henry looked at her perplexed. “How so?” he asked.

“Well, for starters, I could be all up in your face demanding why you kidnapped my friend”.

“Okay,” Henry drawled.

“Long story. I’m Nancy Drew. We have a mutual friend, Ned Nickerson?” She held out a hand towards him. “Pleased to meet you”.

Henry shook her hand firmly.

“Ah Ned,” he started but then dropped the sentence. He knew who Ned was, barely. They shared accounting courses. Ned Nickerson blended into the class and Henry would have never thought to approach him. But somehow Ned noticed him and stuck around to give a friendly wave and smile.

“He’s, persistent,” Henry concluded.

“Well, that’s Ned for you,” Nancy said, giving Henry a bright smile.

Ned was the only one to notice Henry being even more gloomy and withdrawn as usual. Perhaps he overheard the phone calls Henry had with Bruno Bolet’s doctor and solicitor. Henry didn’t know, but Ned asked him how he was coping with his uncle’s loss. When Henry said he was going to New Orleans, Ned insisted on having someone check in on him.

“I’m guessing he sent you here to check on me. I kind of come off as needy, but I’m fine, really. So you can just go on home and tell Ned I’m fine. Go out and enjoy New Orleans”.

Henry didn’t really understand why Ned would send some friend over. They barely knew each other, so this Nancy person would find things even more awkward. It was best to just get this over with. The sooner she left, the better it would be. The whispers were chattering amongst themselves. They weren’t loud, and they seemed at ease. It was a new sensation.

Skull… find… mask… skull… her…

“I can’t just leave! I don’t know how you’re doing. Plus,” Nancy started to shift her weight from one foot to another. “You see. I’m the type of person, well,” she sighed. “Look, I just can’t let go of what I saw”.

“What did you see?”

“The door was open so I stepped inside. When I entered the living room, there was a man dressed in all black with a skeleton mask. He threw something at me and I got knocked out”.

She’s really lost it.

“I have not lost it!” Nancy snapped, reading his face.

“Are you sure you didn’t just make it up?”

“I know what I saw, and I’m determined to figure it out”.

Well, at least she’s not bothering him about his feelings.

“Can I at least look around for some clues. I promise not to break anything”.

Henry sighed.

“Alright. But I better warn you. Uncle Bruno was eccentric and into all sorts of exotic pets and things. So be careful. Just because he’s dead, doesn’t mean they are”.

Way to sound ominous Bolet. He didn’t mean to scare her, but also didn’t want to deal with a bigger headache than the one his uncle left for him.

But Nancy just smiled, thanked him, and left the room.

 Nancy really didn’t understand why Ned asked her to go and visit some classmate of his. He even acknowledged that he barely knew this Henry Bolet, but she’d be damned if she let the Nickerson charm fail now on account of her. Everyone became enthralled by a Nickerson. So she came down to the French quarters of New Orleans with a friend, Bess Marvin, for a week of good sights and good food, only to have it pour down rain for two days. Trapped in their hotel room, she and Bess called their friends, Ned and Bess’s cousin, George Fayn. It was there that Ned requested her to check in on Henry, and seeing as the rain had no intention of stopping, Nancy went alone.

She was expecting it to be a simple check-in, nothing longer than an hour or two. When she knocked on the door, on one answered. She learned from the concierge that most folks kept their doors open in New Orleans. It wasn’t just on account of friendly neighbours It was also to allow ghosts to exit the house after accidentally entering it. Apparently, ghosts became cranky if they get trapped in a house. Twisting the knob, she entered the manor and went to the foyer. Towards her right was a room and she walked towards it. A person stood in a black tailcoat and boots with his back to her. She called out to them and as they turned, a shiver ran along her shoulders. The person had no face. Or rather, their face was obscured with a skull mask. Before she could ask who they were, what they were doing here, why even were they wearing a mask, the electricity went out. Rats, she thought. Trapped in an empty house with a skeleton person, well done Nancy. A flicker went off and a flash of lightning lighted the room. Within that brief time, the skeleton person managed to tramp up to her, close enough for her to see the eyes underneath the mask. They threw some powder in her face and between her stinging eyes and choked coughs, Nancy lost consciousness.

Had she not been an experienced detective, Nancy knew she probably would have become one today. She went back to the living room and started to investigate. The skeleton figure was inspecting the model cemetery when she entered, so she headed towards it. It was really beautiful and Nancy could see why it would have won an award. This Bruno person clearly appreciated cemeteries from the intricate figures of each burial ground. She read the names. Sleeping Meadows, Terra Siesta, Crowing Crypts, Sorrow Park, Withering Roots Memorial, Forty Winks Mausoleum, all clearly meant for a final resting place. Each burial ground was uniquely decorated and had crypts that indicated how a person was buried. She followed each paths around the cemetery, anticipating any indication of what the skeleton figure was looking at. There was a swamp with an alligator in it, surely a creative addition. There was also a large mausoleum separate from the other burial grounds. It seemed randomly placed and as Nancy peered closed, she saw that there were four engravings on it.

There were buttons that allowed her to change the engravings. Clearly this was some sort of locked box, but she didn’t know the combination that would open it. But she was confident that this was what the skeleton figure was looking at. Stepping away from the model, she looked around the room. There was a collection of portraits on the left wall. These must be the Bolets. They were quite unique in how their appearances overlapped. Guess, this must be where Henry gets his looks and style from. Each portrait revealed the personality of the subject. Oddly enough, they each held some object in their hand. One frame was empty and below it, Nancy saw a piece of paper. She picked it up. On it was an etching of a crow. It matched the engravings on the solitary mausoleum. Surrounding the crow was a detailed border. But Nancy remembered that only one of the engravings had this border. So, there must be three other pictures I need to find.

Nancy looked closely at the bird drawing. It looked like someone stenciled it from some surface. I wonder if this belonged to the Skeleton figure. The paper was slightly damp. So, that must mean the skeleton figure, must have stenciled this outside somewhere. I’ll have to take a look around outside.

Pocketing the paper in her trench coat she moved towards the fireplace. It was cold, but there were indications that it had been previously used. It’s too hot to be using a fireplace right now. She picked through the coals and found scraps of some paper. Most of it was too small and burnt off to be of any use, but she did find one piece with a name on it. Zeke. It looked to be the name of some business, but what?

Nancy stood up and went back to the study room. Henry was still typing away at his computer.

“Henry? I have some questions for you”.

The man swiveled around and raised an eyebrow.

Start small Nancy, you don’t want to scare him. He already thinks you’re seeing things.

“How well did you know your uncle?”

Henry shrugged. “Barely knew him at all”.

“Didn’t he raise you?”

“I guess. If you could call sending me to boarding school, summer school, military school as raising a child. He may have looked after me, but he never cared to spend any time with me”.

“Oh”. Great going Drew. She tried again. “Well, what about your parents?”

“They died in a car crash when I was eight. Then I got dumped onto my uncle. End of his bachelorhood I guess”.

Okay, that didn’t go so well either. She might as well rip the whole Band-Aid off.

“I think this skeleton figure was looking for something in this house. Is there some big object or hidden money or something that people might want to get their hands on?”

Henry looked at her, puzzled.

“Uh, maybe? There’s a lot of junk in this house, as you can see. Some of it might actually be worth something.”

“Well, I think they were after whatever is locked up in the mausoleum box in the cemetery model. It has a lock on it and this,” she took out the crow stencil. “This must have been left by the skeleton figure. If we can unlock the mausoleum, we can get whatever’s inside before the skeleton figure comes back. Do you know where the solitary mausoleum is located?”.

“Look,” Henry began and Nancy internally groaned. She knew that word and tone all too well. Distrust and disinterest. It was rare to ever find another person who had the same interest and excitement in uncovering mysteries. Most people didn’t care about the little odd threads that didn’t add up, only to cry when everything become unwound. It was times like these where she sometimes wished she had her friends and fellow detectives, Frank and Joe Hardy, to back her up. People were more willing to listen to a group than an individual.

“Why are you so concerned about this skeleton figure?” Henry asked.

“Why are you so calm?” Nancy countered. “Someone broke into your house and you’re calm about it? I clearly interrupted them which means they might come back, which means you’re in danger”.

“I got a lot of work to complete”.

Who doesn’t. Nancy sighed, “You don’t need to help me, just tell me a bit about the garden space. Is there a mausoleum that’s separate from other burial grounds?

Henry hesitated. There was such a mausoleum and he knew it very well. Too well.

“What do you need from that mausoleum? The door is completely locked. No one had been inside in years”.

“I don’t think I need to go inside. I just need to look at the building itself. There are engravings that could match the key for the model one”.

Henry nursed his head. “Alright. Once you enter the cemetery and go past the bent tree, the mausoleum should be to your left. Just keep heading that way. Hard to miss”.

Nancy beamed. “Great, thanks so much. She turned to go out towards the door, then turned back.

“Yes?” Henry drawled.

“Do you happen to have any paper?”

“Sorry. Ask Renee”.

Nancy nodded then headed out the door.

Henry watched her leave then turned back to his computer where an excel sheet filled with numerical data awaited him. God, I hope I don’t regret this.

 Outside the Louisiana heat infused into Nancy’s skin. She was not accustomed to the humidity and could already feel her back start to warm up and stick to her dress shirt. She turned to her left and saw a small alcove draped over by green vines. Tucked inside was Renee who was busy potting young plants.

“Hello,” Nancy called out.

Renee looked up sharply and Nancy wasn’t sure whether it was the heat or Renee’s grey eyes that initiated the sweat droplets down her back.

“Hello, dear. Welcome to my little lantern-lit corner of the world. Come in here where it’s dry”.

“What are you growing?” Nancy asked.

“Whatever I need dear”.

“Nothing like freshly grown herbs to add to your food, right?”

Renee looked hard at Nancy and her voice dropped.

“I don’t use these herbs for cooking, darling”.

Then what do you use them for? Nancy wanted to ask Renee this, but the older woman switched topics.

“Have you had a chance to talk to Henry yet?”

“Yes, I have. From your conversation earlier, am I correct in assuming you two are not on the best of terms?”

“My you’re forward aren’t you!” Renee laughed. “Henry is a very morose, very negative young man. Very cunning too”.

“How so?”

“I am almost certain he’s selling his uncle’s property on the sly. When he’s not supposed to, that is”.

“Doesn’t it all belong to Henry now?” Nancy asked.

“Absolutely not!” Renee exclaimed. “According to Dr. Bolet’s will, Henry is to receive thirty percent of the estate. Dr. Bolet’s physician, Gilbert Buford, is to get thirty percent. Our Lady of Route 57 Dentistry and Cosmetology gets thirty percent, and I am to receive ten percent”.

“Is the cemetery part of the estate?”

“Yes and no. It’s not legally part of the estate, but it technically belongs to the Bolet family. It all belongs to Henry now, along with his thirty percent”.

“Who is Gilbert Buford?”

“That’s Dr. Bolet’s heart doctor and best friend. Those two go long back. Thick as thieves”.

Nancy reflected on what Renee provided her with.

“Does Henry seem upset by only getting thirty percent?”

Renee drew her head up and stood tall. “Young lady,” she started. “The Bolet family is intrinsically connected to New Orleans. Henry is not only gaining assets, but also a name, title, and land. Thirty percent of the Dr. Bolet’s fortune is quite a tidy sum, never mind the Bolet family fortune and cemetery”.

“Oh”.

Renee looked towards her plants and slowly resumed her potting.

“I suppose I gave you the impression that Henry is greedy. While I cannot attest to it, Henry is nonetheless not someone you can trust. You best watch yourself around him”.

Renee potted some soil then paused.

“One more thing dear. That skeleton man, I’ve—I’ve seen him too. Now don’t ask me more questions, I don’t want to think about it. But just know, there is something in this house that’s just not right”.

Nancy nodded then switched the topic.

“Do you happen to have some paper?”

“Get the urge to draw something?”

“Yep!”

“Well, now. I know I have some paper in my room, but I won’t be able to go get it till after I’m done potting my plants”.

“I can help you pot the plants”

Renee laughed. “Impatient one you are! No. No. No need. Just take this key and go on up yourself. And while you’re at it. I’m feeling a bit hungry. In my cupboard there’s a stash of Koko Cringles. Be a dear and bring one down for me, and help yourself to one too”.

Nancy took the key and headed back inside. Henry didn’t acknowledge her entrance, so she continued out of the study and up the staircase. It was wonky and creaked a bit. There were four doors. One door was on a lower level and the other three were sequentially placed along the top most level.

She didn’t tell me which door was hers.

Nancy placed the key in the first door, but the handle had no lock. Curious, she pushed open the door and saw an empty room that was bare of anything save a drawer and bed. There was some clutter around the bed and she assumed it was Henry’s. Why would he sleep here though? It was so, lifeless. The rest of the house had character, but this room just looked sad. Nancy quickly shut the door and move up a floor.

The next door had a vase decoration near it, though Nancy didn’t recognize the plant resting within. This door had a lock and she tried the key. The door unlocked. She stepped inside.

 The room looked like a doll house. A creepy one at that. There was an elegant but simple bed with green bedsheets. The bedside cupboard. A vanity table was littered with all sorts of bottles and herbs, and a chest sat in one corner, opposite the bed. Nancy first went to the table.

A bottle with the label ‘hiccup powder’ sat at the forefront. Surely not, she thought as she picked up the bottle and opened it. But to her surprise the burst of powder caused a series of hiccups to come bursting out of her. She quickly put the bottle back, then began to rummage through the other bottles. There was nothing labelled sleeping powder or knock-out powder, though some of the bottles were unlabeled. She didn’t think it was wise to open them though. There was no paper on the table, so she went towards the cupboards.

Opening the top drawer, Nancy found the paper. She then opened the bottom drawer and found a stash of chocolate. Jackpot baby! She took one for Renee, and then ate one. The warmth of the melting chocolate felt good in the creepy room and Nancy couldn’t help but take one bar for the road. No telling when she would need to keep her fortitude up in this house. She got up and turned towards the door when something on the wall caught her eyes.

The wallpaper itself was old, faded and ripped in places, but clear as day in the centre were seven symbols surrounding a major rip. They contrasted a glaring red against the pale yellow wallpaper. Blood red. Nancy stepped towards the symbols and tentatively placed a finger on one sign. The colour was dry and odorless. Probably not blood. But she had no idea what those symbols meant.

Walking around the room, Nancy noticed a rocking chair and went towards it. Lightning flashed and as thunder rumbled, Nancy caught a glimpse of a doll. Not just any doll, but one she specifically saw with an old case of hers. A doll that belonged to a woman that died more than 200 years ago. Nancy had no idea how Renee could have gotten her hands on that doll seeing as the company closed a long time ago. She turned to her right and saw the chest.

Squatting down, she saw four abstract figures on each corner and a large blank circle at the centre. Surrounding the large circle were a multitude of buttons. Curious, she pressed one, and a line appeared on the centre circle. She pressed another and another line appeared. The centre image was now beginning to look like one of the corner figures. She pressed two more buttons but both failed to finish the image and the circle blanked out.  

Nancy looked back towards the wall symbols, then at the chest. Random symbol equals random symbol? She tried again to replicate one of the corner abstract figures. This time it worked and the figure turned blank. Curious lock, she thought as she solved the other three figures. Once all the figures turned blank she heard a click and the chest lifted a little.

Opening the chest, she saw all sorts of odds and ends and a book on hoodoo symbols. She opened the book up and skimmed through the pages. On one page she noticed that the symbols on the wall matched the one’s in the book. Beside each symbol a name was written. Bah? Boo? Dee? Mo? They didn’t spell anything, nor make any sense. Still, it was best to record it down. Nancy took out a notebook and pen from her trench coat and jotted down each symbol along with their associated name. She then packed everything up and headed out of the room and back towards the garden.

[accioprozac]

hi 💗 I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a ship for hp lightning era? I'm an aries, a Hufflepuff and an INFJ. I'm a knowledge sponge and love to learn new things! I have books on anatomy, astronomy, proper herbology, the meaning of flowers, etc etc. I have long blonde hair and big, pale blue eyes and freckles, too. personality wise, I thrive off of relationships where I can banter with someone. I have a really soft personality despite being a bit of a snark sometimes. I love sappy romances and I write poetry and love to play piano. I'm a planner by nature, so I kinda always have neat notes w/highlighters and a planner with all my life figured out, but I still really value spontaneity. I'm actually quite sensitive though I don't let on (due to years of being bullied). I struggle with severe anxiety, depression and OCPD but right now I'm trying take control of my "fate". tired of depression ruling my life, the norm. I am an empath, to the point that I've had friends say I'm "psychic" (lol) because I can guess what they're thinking and I've predicted events moments before they've happened. it's really just intuitiveness 🤷🏼‍♀️ thank you!!!

Hi love!

Thanks so much for requesting!

I was torn between two characters so I wrote a little drabble for both! I hope you don’t mind!

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Neville Longbottom

Neville is an absolute sweetheart. You and him were in the same Herbology class and bonded over your mutual interest in the subject.

He’s super shy around you at first because you’re pretty and smart and he’s nervous. As you guys talk more, he finds himself slowly falling for you.

He finds out that you’re into romance novels and reads a few you lend him. He ends up feeling super self concious because he could never be smooth and confident like Mr. Darcy or any of the other characters you held so close to your heart.

You two are casually sitting by the fireplace when he asks you if you want to date someone like the hero’s in the novels the read.

You laugh and say, “God no, these are just books, I like them, but I don’t need a Mr. Darcy.”

In a moment of boldness he asks, “What do you need?”

You blush and look away shyly, “I need someone who will make me laugh. Someone who will remind me that it’s okay to not be okay.”

Neville warmed at your words, “Well they do say ‘marry your best friend’ for a reason.”

You bit your bottom lip nervously, “You are my best friend.”

He blushed, panicking a bit, “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply anything, or make you uncomfortable. Maybe I should just leave-“

You cut him off with a kiss that surprises him as much as it surprises you.

You guys start dating and he’s a very attentive boyfriend. When you’ve had a bad day, he’ll cuddle with you and read you a book.

The second person I ship you with is...

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Fred Weasley!

Okay, okay, hear me out. Fred and you balance each other out perfectly.

He teases you endlessly because our boy can not cope with having a crush. All the teasing is very lighthearted and makes you blush more than anything, but if he ever does say something hurtful, he’ll instantly pick up on it and apologize.

He never pranks you, and doesn’t let George prank you either.

During Herbology, he plucked your book out of your hand and started reading from it, making little comments about it. “He kissed her ardently,” he read, before fake swooning.

In private, you would have found it funny, but you were in class and painfully aware of the 20 something students around you.

Your eyes fill with tears of frtustration and embarrassment, and he immediately stops. You snatch the book out of his hand and run out of class.

He feels horrible. For the next week, he literally follows you around like a lost puppy. Fred is shit with words, but he writes(or attempts at least) to write you a poem. It’s absolutely horrible, but it makes you laugh and smile to yourself.

He has a plethora of pet names for you, “Sunshine,” “Darling,” “Blondie,” and “Flower” being among his favourites.

He goes absolutely soft when you play the piano. It’s actually kind of entertaining to see your loud, outspoken Fred turn into a cuddly, sleepy boyfriend.

He also likes to listen to you read to him. Despite him insisting he doesn’t like your romance novels, he’s actually hooked. “Fine Darling... I guess you can read it to me if you want... *sigh* ” “Freddie, you’re not fooling anyone.”

You enjoy playfully bantering with each other, which always ends in uncontrollable laughter.

He tries to be spontaneous, but understands not to push you. He’ll say, “I have a surprise!” and shock you with a romantic picnic.

When you’re having a bad mental health day, he’s there for you. He’ll cuddle with you, make sure you eat and drink, and remind you how much you mean to him.

On your one month anniversary, he surprises you with a bouquet of flowers. He tells you the arrangement means, “I love you and you’re my everything.”

“I talked to a muggle florist, he was very helpful!”

He looks so proud of himself and you don’t have the heart to tell him that the flowers actually conveyed, “My head is a carrot.”

[freebooter4ever]

i’ve seen the discussion going back and forth on boundaries and sexual objectification, and i don’t have much to add to the conversation other than to say everyone is allowed to determine their OWN ‘lines’ and just because we don’t vocalize them doesn’t make them any less valid. but here’s the limits i set for my blog if anyone feels it is important for them to know (<3):

personally I consider ‘characters’ fair game for anything goes, with ‘public personas’ a little more iffy. ‘RPF’ isn’t new - it just takes on a new more accessible/visible form nowadays. i remember reading my first fic about a ‘real person’ back in my LOTR fandom days - it was a story in first person perspective about the main character meeting orlando bloom on a plane before he was ‘famous’. like a lot of these types of stories, it wasnt so much about the person as it was about the meet cute. the actor was just a convenient placeholder with a handsome face and some personality quirks thrown in to make the romance/dialogue more specific. i personally dont read much xReader fic nowadays, but mostly only cause i’m an old fart who can’t relate to the ‘you’ format. i miss the good old days when people actually created OC’s and then inserted them into things LOL. but also LOL if you think i’ve gone an entire year of quarantine without some imagined personal fantasies of joe mazzello (or steve aoki in the years before)(ramilicious can attest to this. she can also attest to most of these fantasies ending in friendship rather than anything explicit cause that’s just how i roll these days lol). the line i draw is i would never post these types of fics in a place where the subject could accidentally find them - you have to go looking for this stuff on tumblr, most fics are given explicit ratings and under read-mores. with the blacklist tags it’s pretty easy to filter things out. its even easier to add filters to ao3 searches. i am NOT going to do something like message steve aoki and say ‘yeah i watched that movie Ibiza like five times, here is my 1k fic where you’re the dj and i’m the one night stand’. but obviously people still enjoy imagining scenarios like these otherwise movies like Ibiza wouldn’t exist?

for art, i consider anything already on display up for grabs, we all know a certain person’s ass is all over the place...all you have to do is google ‘need for speed’ and rami’s name. HOWEVER, in the case of actors i personally would not draw anything more explicit than what’s already there. i’m not gonna draw full frontal nudity for rami (unless he gifts us with it in a movie, i suppose) or anyone. this is 100% a personal choice for me. 

i was a sophomore or junior in college when i volunteered as a figure drawing monitor where i’d time the nude model’s poses and help them set up the stage and lighting and such. there was this one guy in his mid forties probably, a regular who came every week, and i always thought of him fondly till one day (the day after i ran into my Hot Programming TA during dinner and later sent him an email begging him to go on a date with me because i was desperate for kissing experience)(and Hot Programming TA emailed me back within minutes saying yes) this artist guy who i saw all the time and thought i knew fairly well, decided to draw me instead of the model. which would have been fine except he drew me naked. i was NOT naked at the time, i was wearing a shirt, and a bra, and a full prairie skirt with alternating calico and floral patterns. he drew what he imagined was underneath all that. he came up to me after the figure drawing session and showed me his drawings and told me i had been ‘glowing’ and my response was to laugh it off awkwardly and get the hell out of there as soon as i gave the model their pay check. but inwardly i was thinking a) i was NOT glowing for this creepy man twice my age and b) i did NOT give him consent to sexualize my body under my clothes and then SHOW me that objectification. i never said anything to him or anything else, i continued to be the monitor, and i continued to field off creepy advances from him including multiple job offers, but when i finally realized i could just...stop..and i passed the student volunteer monitor job on to my friend naeem, i also realized that what that older male artist did was NOT ok in my book. and it was probably not something he would do while naeem was monitoring.

nowadays im working in an industry that regularly objectifies female bodies. in the past year alone i have had to deal with requests to make breasts bigger, i have been given character rigs that in addition to the usual elbow, knee, and spine joints also have ‘nipple’ joints but ONLY for the women (to make them jiggle for animation), every time i send out a female pose i get it back with notes that push it further into the sexy type of body language reserved for women (twist the spine more! sway the back more! give it ‘energy!’), i have been told to erase wrinkles and fat and pores but ONLY for the women (men you ADD pores bc realism! and manliness!) and this is all me working for a company that is actually fairly progressive in terms of sexism compared to OTHER studios.

like it or not, sexual objectification is a huge part of specifically women’s lives and how we react to that is our business. for me, turning the tables and putting men on display feels like fair’s fair. i cant stop the men from doing it, so if i want to enjoy sexualizing male bodies, damn it im gonna! like dang it, boy do i want to send steve aoki a thank you note every time he posts a video of himself doing those ice baths during the sunset golden hour bc holy shit gorgeous or working out in his gym wearing VERY little clothes, but i dont because i know what its like when someone imposes their personal fantasies on the subject. or, god, there was that time i had to unfollow nicole’s insta for a while bc i had a very explicit dream about her and realized, shit, i need to take a break and get my emotions under control before i can refollow. and god some of the stuff i see dudes sending her during her live videos on mental illness/meditation is TOTALLY gross and not something they should be confronting her with. and she’s not even ‘famous’ famous. or how some fans send their idols explicit direct messages without consent. THAT feels inappropriate to me.

a part of me feels like i shouldn’t have to defend this. men don’t. they’re even encouraged in mass media to sexualize women. but i also recognize the importance of talking about consent. the importance of recognizing that a celebrity deserves to have their boundaries respected. these are my lines in fandom. other people have different lines they won’t cross, and that’s okay to me. i block or blacklist any blogs or tags i think go over the top.

heck, even in fandom-only spaces i still try to keep my own more sexual fantasies off this blog and only in private messages with my friends and mutuals, and i feel like that might come across as unintentionally prudish or judgmental sometimes. i’m not ‘horny on main’ very often. but like...every time i reblog that particular ‘washing machine’ gif of joe mazzello am i thinking about him naked and thinking about how he’s got very loooooong feet, and ‘gee i wonder if that means /other/ things are Too Big for my tastes’ but also ‘gosh wouldnt that make a pretty picture to draw’???? hell yeah.

i dont know who is gonna actually read this essay but yolo i guess :)

[marauder-exe]

AU list!

hi! These are a bunch of Au’s that i could write,and you could request! (reposting because it didnt work the first time)

General

Fake dating (My personal favourite)

Soulmates

Coffee shop

Modern Royalty

Rockstar

Running From The Police

Rebel Against The Goverment

High School

University

Law school

Delayed-Flights-And-Were-Stuck-In-The-Airport-And-Its-Like-2Am

Roommates

Road Trip

Arranged Marriage

Im-Arranged-To-Marry-Your-Brother-But-Were-In-Love

Amnesia

Tattoo-Artist-And-Coffee-Shop-Worker

Loved-Since-Childhood

Professor-Student (of age)

Met-On-Holiday

More detailed

21.You were singing/playing guitar/etc. in the park to protest the war and a policeman tried to dismiss you for 'disturbing the peace' but you argued that you were promoting peace and things got heated and next thing you know you're being arrested for assaulting an officer. You intrigue me, so I'm here to bail you out and maybe take you on a date?

22.the nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck

23.we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward

24. i sit at the rental booth at our local ice rink and watch you teach children how to skate

25. alternatively, i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater

26. i’m running late to an important interview/meeting and you accidentally spill your hot cocoa all over my outfit

27. you’re my hot ski instructor and i’m failing the bunny hill

28. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me

29.  i gave my winter coat to a homeless person and come into your store to warm up

30. our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside

31. you’re the asshole of our group and we don’t get along, but then i find out you make soup for the local shelter

32.we’re waiting in line for the club when you complain that your roommate stole your gloves so let me warm your hands up with mine

33.my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry

34.the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

35.i’m having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and i hit you instead

36.a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait

37. we’re both in small claims court and i got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there

38. i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after

39. i hit you with my car but luckily you’re okay, but we should still exchange information i guess

40. i was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

41. my friend talked me into playing a drunken game of spin the bottle even though we’re all adults and now we have to make out

42. we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

43. my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home

44. sharing a cab together

45. you’re trying to get me to sign a petition and i have no idea what you’re talking about

46. you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

47. we both play this stupid game online and you keep beating me every single goddamn time so i called you out and you are pretty cute but can you not

48. im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask

49. we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???

50.im a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number???

51. i woke up this morning to find you sitting in my living room with a goat in a poncho??? who are you??? why is the goat wearing a poncho??? how did you get the goat in here i live on the 12th floor???

52. we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know

53. im a cashier and i saw you stuffing you pants full of potatoes and i would stop you but you already have 27 and i want to see how many you can fit

54. its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes

55. i was playing beer pong with a coin and i accidentally threw it right into your eye at a party

56. i’m at the beach and some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when i dozed off can you please dig me out

57. it’s unbearably hot and we’re both fighting over the last handheld electrical fan at the shop at the amusement park

58. hey i just met you, and this is crazy, but i get sunburned really easily so can you please help me put sunscreen on my back?

59. thunderstorm after a menacing heatwave and we’re both getting weird looks for dancing in the rain

60.i have no idea who you are but you just fainted right in front of me holy shit dude you need to drink more in this heat

61. we both chased after the leaving ice cream van like ten-year-olds and now we’re both out of breath and a bit embarrassed

62.i clearly reserved this deck chair by putting a towel on it why on earth are you lying on it who the fuck do you think you are

63. My friends bet I wouldn’t buy these three weird and questionable items and you’re my cashier.

64.Once a week I go visit the pet store just to stare at the cute kittens and puppies and you’re the nice employee who always lets me hold them and wait I think I’m going to cry hold on.

65.You’re the DJ of the University’s radio station and every time you give an opinion on a current event I have to call and argue with you because could you seriously be anymore wrong?

66.We both wait tables at the same restaurant and you’re always mad at me by the end of the night because I make more in tips

67.We have the same class and once a week you wear this graphic shirt I don’t understand and I really want to ask you about it.

68.We both work at the same craft store that literally has no customers so we have nothing to do and I’m always reading at the register but you always have to criticize my book choice what the hell?

69.I’m working the concession stand for this week’s home game and this is the fifth time you’ve come back for snacks wait are you flirting with me?

70. we’re at a bookstore and you and I seem to have similar taste in books have you read this one? How about this one?

71. you look like you need help and I’m a professional roller/ice skater but I don’t want you to feel bad about how much you suck but wow you suck

72. You ordered your food before me and they gave you a drink you didn’t want so you gave it to me

73. We’re sitting at adjacent computers in the library and I’m taking extra care not to look at your screen out of respect but what the fuck do you keep laughing at

74. as a joke I yelled out “happy birthday to someone!” in this store and you called back “thank you!” who are you

75. You heard me talking about a TV show in class the other day and now you’re passionately yelling at me about how good it is we’ve never actually spoken before

76. It’s 10:30 at night and I left my glasses at home so I can’t read any of these labels and you’re one of the only people in the grocery store and GODDAMMIT DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT CHUNKS

77. We go to the same support group; I have social anxiety and you’re a kleptomaniac who sorta stole my heart

78. You thought you were alone at the bus stop so early in the morning so you started passionately singing Fall Out Boy but your Patrick Stump impression could use some work and I’m not really afraid to point that out

79. I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I drew you?

80. We’re rival up-and-coming singers and every time one of us releases a new single the other does a cover to try to make it better; we’re always trying to top each other and out-cute each other, but half our fans aggressively ship us; our agents use this to their advantage and decide we should do a duet because it’ll be popular; unfortunately now that we’re in the same studio and I’ve seen what you’re like I really wanna know what your lips feel like

81.PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT’S THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP

82. We were both stood up for dates at the same nice restaurant so we decide to eat together and split the check but I dunno you’re pretty interesting aside from your distractingly enormous eyebrows

83. We met at a mutual friend’s cheesy masquerade party and we agree that the only good thing about this party is the masks so you can’t judge a book by its cover only now that we’ve been talking I want to see your face but I don’t know how to ask

84. You used to date my friend who absolutely hates your guts after a messy breakup and now you’re flirting with me and I really shouldn’t be so interested in you but I am

85.We pass each other every day while we’re biking on the same path so we’ve started smiling at each other and one day you’re stopped because you’re having an asthma attack so I offer you my extra water bottle and now we’re talking and now I’M the one who’s breathless

86.I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them

87.I'm a private detective hired to follow you, but you're endearingly boring and mostly I just like watching you and oops, I sort of find you adorable.

88. You've been sketching me for half an hour now, and just shuffled up to hand me the finished product and it's TERRIBLE but you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.

89.  I'm at an art exhibit and I just badmouthed the art, because I don't get it, okay? And it turns out you're the artist. I'm so sorry, maybe I could get you coffee and you could explain what it was supposed to be?

90. We're the only two people who turned up to an underground gig and it should be awkward, but the band is amazing and you asked me to dance and hey, there's nobody watching but us.

91.  You live in the apartment next to me. We're not supposed to have pets, but I KNOW you have a cat. I'll make you a deal, I won't tell, if you let me pet it.

92.  I punched you because I thought you were insulting my friend, but it turns out you know each other and it was an inside joke and I'm so sorry, let me drive you to the hospital?

93. We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike

94. I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me

95.Our dick landlord just evicted us both

96.I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who  shares my name

97. You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating

98. Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his

99. It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked

100.Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough

Feel free to use any of these as your own! If you wanna request you could drop an inbox saying ‘ could you do ____ AU with this character’!

[duhliriouss]

Arthur Fleck One Shot: First Time

A/N: a request for @pcrushinnerd. This came out longer than expected and there was some technical difficulties (things got deleted and I got sad) but it’s all fixed now so enjoy 🤎

Summary: Y/N looses her virginity to a very confident Arthur, soothing all her insecurities and pain away during their first time.

Beta Reader: @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile I cant say thank you enough. You helped make this perfect and I am so grateful ❤️

Word count: 4,298

Warnings: Heavy Smut, mention of death, dominance

“Arthur!” Your voice beamed with excitement to see him as he came through the door. “I’ve been so worried about you, is everything al-“

Hungry lips smashed against yours in a second. You were taken by complete surprise as your body pushed backwards, ready to fall. But Arthur kept you up with his arm that slithered around the small of your back. His other arm went against the wall behind you to leverage the both of you from tumbling down. You weren’t used to Arthur being this demanding and confident.

You and Arthur have been dating for a few months now. But you’ve been Penny’s visiting physical therapist for over a year. Arthur always helped you take care of Penny and was attentively loving when it came to his mother. It held a soft spot for you and grew your crush over time. You were both very shy so it took awhile to announce your love to one another. But when you did, you both surprised each other with the mutual affection. Ever since then the two of you have been inseparable. Caring and loving one another delicately. However both being too shy, the farthest the two of you have gone was timid kisses and snuggling up with each other. Only once have you dared to sit on his lap and softly rub yourself up against him. Yet you were both too afraid to take it a step further, which only led to the two of you panting, too tired to continue from the ongoing heat.

But today was different. 

You placed your hands on Arthur’s chest and pushed him away, both gasping from the kiss.

“Arthur, is everything all right? How is your mother?” Arthur smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. Placing his lips on the top of your head and slowly swaying you back and forth.

“I’m doing wonderful my love. Penny’s dead”

“What?!” You managed to push yourself away from his strong arms and threw your hand over your mouth. “Oh my god.. Arthur is this true? How? How did this happen? The doctor said she was doing just fine now. I don’t und-“ Arthur interrupted you with his finger over your lips and shortened the distance between you again.

“Shhh it’s okay sweetheart. They assumed natural causes. She was already gone when I got there” he lied

Was he in shock?

You squinted your eyes slightly to get a better look at his face. Calm, collected.. smug? His pupils were dilated. You went to speak but closed your mouth again. You couldn’t find the words of what to say. You tried to calm him since it was clearly shock he was experiencing.

“Arthur...”

“Say my name again”

“Arthur?”

You gave him a shy but questioning look but before you could ask more questions to solve your confusion his lips were on you again. You’ve never felt such confidence in himself. Such hunger.

He parted your lips gently and slipped his tongue in, tasting every bit of you eagerly. Your body gave in and you melted in his arms, tasting him back. He gently pushed you back by your hips until your back hit the wall again. He went from your lips to the tip of your chin, then to your neck. Softly sucking and nipping at the most sensitive spot. You gasped as a tingling feeling went throughout your whole core.

Was this his way of dealing with shock?

You weren’t sure. But you couldn’t come up with anything to say or do. You were so distracted by this new pleasure he gave you. You couldn’t think straight.

You let out a small moan as he made his way to the center of your neck. His left arm was now on the wall behind you and his right cupped the other side of your neck. He pushed his arousal against you, suffocating you between him and the wall. You let another small whimper.

“Arthur.. please, can we talk about this? I am in just as much shock as you’re in.”

“Shh” he shushed you by bringing his head from your neck up to your ear, leaving a trail from his hot breath. “It’s okay Y/N, relax. I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

Your lips parted in a shocked gasp as your cheeks turned into a instant shade of rosy red. You’ve never heard Arthur say such words so boldly. You precisely had no words or actions on what to do. You looked up at him with wide eyes and saw a greedy, sinful smile and desire filled eyes looking back down at your own.

“It’s alright darling, no need to say or do anything”

god he read you like a book..

“I will do all that for you, I know you’re scared.” He started laughing. “You just got to let me know if I’m hurting you okay? Can you do that for me darling?”

“Yes...” you barley managed to breathe out. He was right. You were scared. You were a virgin and have been terrified all your life for this moment. His confidence was making you tremble in the most glorious way but it also intimidated you greatly. And seeing the circumstances on why he was doing this, there was just too much happening at once. Your mind was going a mile a minute.

“Good”

There was a silence at first as he leaned away, keeping his hands tightly grasped around your hips against the wall. He dug his fingers in as he looked you up and down, taking in his newfound task for the night.

You were a wearing a black shirt that was given to you from him since it was too small. A small cheap silver necklace that he had gifted you a week prior hung over the shirt. You also had red plaid pajama bottoms on that fit you appealingly. Though you didn’t feel attractive.. yet you watched as his tongue poked out just slightly enough to see him lick the inside of his bottom lip in a satisfied manner.

He saw what you couldn’t; Your hard nipples poking out of his shirt, the exposed skin from your lower tummy was freed above the waistline of your bottoms. He could see a hint of your black thong.

He let out a small breathy moan that could barley be heard as his left hand left your hip and tucked under your shirt. You felt the chill of his hand on your skin as he slowly and gently brushed his rough hand up your ribcage, bringing the shirt up with him, freeing your right breast. You flinched in embarrassment, turning your head to the side against the wall shutting your eyes tight. This was the first time Arthur has seen your breasts. Or anyone for that matter. You felt exposed.

“Oh darling.. don’t be ashamed. You’re even better than in my dreams, and you look so delightful in them”

he cupped your breast and finally took his right hand off your hip, bringing it to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me sweetheart”

Your innocent (y/e/c) eyes looked up at him now. His eyes were dark and inviting. You saw expectation in his eyes. But you also saw trust. You knew you could back out now if you truly wanted to. But the look in his eyes answered all your ambiguities.

“Um.. Arthur?”

“Yes darling”

“Could you.. could you kiss my neck again?”

“There you go sweetheart. Use your words. But let me do you one better”

Arthur let go your breast and quickly removed your shirt, pulling it over you head, discarding it on the floor. You gasped in shock when he hurriedly grabbed ahold of the back of your thighs below your butt.

“Jump”

You complied and jumped. You must have underestimated his strength. He held you against himself smoothly while he carried you to the bedroom. You held on to him timidly almost like a baby Koala, your cheeks flushing even brighter with the realization of what was next. Were you really ready for this? There was no turning back now because these new feelings electrified throughout yourself.. And you needed more of it.

Your now freed breasts clunged against his vest, the material making them even more sensitive and hard. He placed you down gently on the unmade bed and stood up, looking down at you with a more genuine smile this time.

“Just stay still dear.”

You froze in place with your arms awkwardly by your sides as he reached down and roughly pulled your bottoms off along with your thong. You gasped and shot up

“A-Arthur! Wait!”

You abruptly sat up with your arms sitting you up on the bed, closing your legs together and bent in front of you. You were fully exposed now without anytime to brace yourself. Arthur ignored your clamor, getting on to the bed still fully clothed, hovering over you. He still held the same trust filled smile.

“You are so stunning Y/N. Don’t be shy now. I need to see all of you. Don’t you trust me?”

Without so much as a shy nod of your head, he shot you a mischievous smile opposing the one he had seconds earlier before spreading your legs with his hand, displaying every bit of you. You leaned your back against the pillows to be able to bring your hands to your face. You watched through your spread fingers to find Arthur staring at your lady parts in awe. You were already dripping onto the bed and down your thighs.

His eyes didn’t move as he spoke to you.

“Just breath and close your eyes doll, I promise you will enjoy every second of this”

You closed your fingers around your eyes. You weren’t sure exactly what he was going to do. You were already shaking in fear and anticipation. You didn’t have too much time to ponder over it however as you felt his warm breath on the inside of your thigh. You twitched from the light sensation and let out a small whimper. Light kisses started just below where your juices ended. He kissed you softly acting as If you’d shatter is he pressed any harder.

His intentions were not to terrify you more than he already has. He wanted you to experience as much as he could whilst keeping your love and trust, yet your eyes darkened with pure lust. You were touch starved now.

Arthur knew this as he felt your muscles relax. He continued by slowly starting to drag his tongue up to finally taste the sweet reply of his actions, Causing you to arch your back and neck. You let out a loud gasp and gripped the sheets beneath you. You felt and heard Arthur laugh between your legs, feeling his smirk against your skin, grabbing on to your hips to keep you flush to the mattress. And to cease your shaking legs.

“So responsive. I can only imagine what you’d do If I did this”

Without warning, Arthur continued to suck the wetness off your thighs closer now to your pussy as well as taking his left hand off your hip and instantly brushing between your folds with his long fingers. You moaned in response and gripped the sheets harder. You looked down now and watched as his face buried into the nook where your pussy met your thighs. You couldn’t get over the currents of electricity That ran through you as you watched in desperation. Arthur’s eyes snapped up to meet yours as he greedily sucked closer and closer to your core. But he only caught a short glimpse of your rosy flushed cheeks before firing your head back down against the pillows.

This was enough for Arthur. He was so driven by the innocent look on your face as he teased you. He couldn’t leave you in anticipation any longer.

His mouth finally made his way to your core, taking his tongue out and dragging it lazily up your drenched slit, all the while watching your every move. You shivered and whimpered more. And you couldn’t stop whimpering now. He began to add more pressure licking and flicking his tongue expertly.

You had no one to compare to but you couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel. And his confidence during all this was driving you over the edge. Arthur kept his smile plastered on his face as he ate you more greedily, sucking and tasting all the juices that left you. His hands dug into your hips. Your whimpers turned into cries mixed with gasps as you felt a very unfamiliar tightness build up in your abdomen.

Am I about to cum?

“Arthur I feel like I’m going to explode!”

“That means your about to cum darling” he spoke softly against your swollen pussy “and I’m not gonna let that happen just yet”

He abruptly pulled away. You whined from the sudden loss of his touch, feeling the tightness begin to disappear. Arthur brought himself up over you, catching a glimpse of his sinfully proud, wet smile before leaning down and kissing you passionately. Your lips moved rhythmically against his. He was making you taste how sweet you were. And you tasted so sweet.

“Feeling more relaxed now?” He asked against your lips as he began to trace his index finger around your entrance.

“Yes..” you managed to breath out.

“Good.. because I’m going to prepare you now”

“P-prepare me?”

“Yes. Take a deep breath for me sweetheart”

You took a deep breath and as you began to let it out, Arthur slowly pushed his index finger inside of you. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you gasped with discomfort. He let out an anguished sigh before quickly bringing up his hand to repeatedly stroke the hair behind your ear gently, trying to distract you from the pain he was so gravely creating.

His eyes turned even darker. But for that brief moment.. instead of lust, you saw the tenderness flash before his eyes. You saw the subtle hints of green beginning to return to his iris as he struggled to watch your distressed countenance. He watched your wide eyes painfully as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of your wetness. You whined and cried.. but he continued, shushing you softly all the while.

He untangled his fingers from your hair. Then the finger than he fucked you with suddenly coming to a halt, but stayed inside of you.

“I’m gonna add a second finger now”

Before you could object, Arthur inserted a second finger and began to pump you again. You screamed out loud but Arthur quickly found your mouth with his own. He left his mouth slightly ajar to allow you to wine into his mouth. He opened his fingers slightly to try and stretch you out more. You screamed even louder in response, causing Arthur to grid his teeth abjectly as he swallowed your cries.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry. Almost there. You’re doing so good”

Your whimpers started to die down as you watched and listened to his sweet nothings. He was lulling you into a soothing ,sedative state. Your pain was now distracted as he continued to pump and stretch his fingers inside of you. Your eyes never left each other’s.

“Shhh. There you go darling. That’s it”

Your heavy breathing began to die down as well. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his. You focused in closely as the still early dawn shown through the window of the bedroom, scattering across to the dew that illuminated in his eyes, illuminating your soul in return. You were in a trance and felt completely under his control. He took you in carefully, safe under his touches as he continued to reassure you through it all. The pain died down more and more as he continued.

Your small whines turned to moans as you felt the tightness well up in your core again. Arthur noticed the change in your eyes. You were starting to enjoy it, getting close to coming again and he knew it. His lips parted more in amusement as he looked down at your innocent lust-filled face.

He watched your features carefully as he began to bend his fingers into a “come here” motion, pumping you more steadily now. You let go of the sheets beneath you and went to place them on his chest, loosing control of your muscle spasms. But Arthur grabbed them gently before you could and placed them above your head keeping them in place. He forced his fingers deeper and his pace became more erratic.

Was he gonna let you cum this time?

Your breathing became rigid when you noticed he wasn’t stopping. You tried to keep your eyes open as you saw Arthur’s expression turn darker and more serious by the second. He was determined to be the one to decide upon your first orgasm. Your moans turned into whines again as you felt the sudden need to beg

“A-Arthur!!! Ple-ease! I c-can’t do itt!” You tried to free your hand as you begged but Arthur held them in the place.

“Yes you can, I can already feel you coming undone.. Stop fighting it”

His words was enough to send you over the edge. With a loud gasp you closed your eyes and arched your back fully, you felt the waves of your orgasm wash over you. Your body twitched and shook uncontrollably as a ringing sound took over your ears. Arthur kept his fingers inside of you to feel your first orgasm gush down them, onto his hand.

After your back found it’s way back to the mattress, Arthur removed his fingers and let go of your hands. You finally opened your eyes and shakily sat up only to find the sheets soaked. You froze, ashamed feelings washed over you again.

Was this normal?

Arthur’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Look how good you did darling” his voice was barley a whisper. “You couldn’t have done a better job. You never cease to amaze me”

Your eyes switched from the soaked sheets to Arthur who was kneeled in front of you. He was undoing his pants as he spoke to you. You were so overstimulated that you forgot about his main goal. It wasn’t over yet..

your shyness came back to you again and you didn’t know what to say. Arthur stayed focused on his belt as you sat there quietly in your own mess. Your mind went back to Penny. You thought about how wrong it felt being in the position you were in just finding out about her death. You bundled yourself up in a cradle like position, letting a small tear trickled down your cheek. You were lost in your tragic thoughts until you felt Arthur’s finger catch the tear before falling further down your cheek.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, I know it hurt at first. But you have admit how worth it it was in the end” his voice was husky and cracking as he spoke. He didn’t know you were crying over Penny as well.

You lifted your head timidly to meet his. His hand was still on your cheek. Your eyes widened as you saw where his other hand laid. You watched in astonishment as Arthur stroked himself with his pants hiked down around his mid thighs. His right went from your cheek to the skin down on your neck, tickling the sensitive spot that he sucked on before leading you to the bedroom. He was definitely above average. Not huge but strikingly more intimidating than his slim fingers. You parted your lips and stared. You weren’t sure how long you stared for until you heard Arthur laughing above at your chastity. You darted your eyes upwards to meet his and thankfully before you could think of something to say, he cut your gracelessness by letting go of his cock and giving you a slight tap on your chest with his finger, causing you to tip backward back onto the bed. Your back thudded against the pillows. Wasting no time, Arthur pushed your legs back open with his knees. He lined up his cock and leaned forward until his face was less than inch away from yours, letting his brown, loose curls tickle your face and shoulders.

He began to speak to you while rubbing his tip between your glistening folds.

“I want to you look at me okay? And don’t look away.”

“Arthur.. I’m too scared. You’re a lot bigger than your fingers”

“And remember how good it began to feel? I promise you it won’t last forever love. You just need to look at me..”

You lifted your head to look at him fully now. His eyes were gentle, soft, inviting. You were still confused however. One moment he seemed aggressive. Out for his own gain. But then the next moment he was loving and gentle. He kept going back and forth. Arthur waited patiently for your rambling mind to subside. You made it so obvious when your mind was racing. You cleared your throat.

“My beautiful girl, are you ready?”

You hesitantly nodded your head.

“Deep breath darling”

You breathed in shakingly deep this time. Your eyes never left each other’s as Arthur very slowly sheathed himself inside of you. Your pussy was slick enough to take him with ease. But still, the stretching of your walls caused you to roll your head back and shut your eyes tight in discomfort, gridding your teeth and hissing.

Arthur quickly grabbed your hip with his left hand and then used his right to grab your jaw and gently force your head back up to meet his gaze.

“I said don’t stop looking at me. Trust me, please”

He kept his hand gently around your jaw as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You were already throbbing but you kept your eyes to his. Your chest was heaving as you tried to get your breathing under control from this discomfort. Arthur paused once he was fully inside you. He leaned down and talked against your parted lips.

“It’s okay.. I know, I know it hurts..I’m sorry.”

“I want this Arthur... I’m ready” you managed to breath out

Arthur steadied his posture and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Deep breath”

You inhaled sharply as Arthur slowly pulled out of you until it was just his tip. As you breathed out, he kissed the tip of your nose and pushed back in fully, making you gasp loudly. You threw your hands above your head to grab the bottom of the headboard, stabilizing yourself from flailing.

“Again” he demanded tenderly

Another deep inhale, another scream.

“You’re okay. You’re so brave. Almost there sweetheart. Keep going”

Inhale, a whine this time

“Shhh... Shh.”

With each gentle thrust the pain became less and less. Arthur continued to lull you as your screams died down to whines. He tried to focus on lightly stretching you even though the tightness of your walls and the flushed look on your innocent face was unwinding him more and more with each thrust. He kept his face inches from yours with his mouth ajar, taking in every feature of your reactions.

You never kept your eyes off him now. You swallowed each other’s moans and sighs. Arthur observed how your pains turned into pleasure so he picked up the pace. His eyes finally left yours and landed on your heaving breasts. He let out a gratified groan before leaning down and sucking on your nipples generously. He wasn’t being as soft now seeing how your body answered to his vigilance differently.

You took this opportunity to finally let your head lean back, opening up your new-found senses. You moaned to the nibbles Arthur continued to display on your nipples. Your head swam with pleasure you’ve never felt before. The pain was almost completely gone, being overridden with the pulsing bliss that flowed through every vein of your being. Arthur’s thrusts became more and more erratic. His eyes were clouded with lust as he looked up again to only find your exposed neck since your head was still leaned back

“Look at me Y/N”

You snapped your head back up and looked into his eyes, no longer seeing any hints of green.

“I want you to cum for me again”

“Okay..”

You weren’t sure exactly how to cum on command. But before you could think too much into it, Arthur licked his finger then dragged his hand down your body until he reached your swollen bud. He began to draw vicious circles, then used his other hand to kneed at your, now inflamed, breasts. He leaned down into your neck and bit down hard. All of this happened at once which caused you to pant unevenly. And you both came instantly.

Arthur moaned loudly into your neck as he bit down even harder, feeling yourself come undone underneath him. Arthur stayed still as you rode out your second orgasm, wiggling and twitching beneath him... all the while spilling his own seed inside of you.

Arthur grabbed on to your side and shoulder blade, keeping you in place until you calmed down. Your eyes held a haze over them once you finally relaxed and looked over at him. He was smiling.

Such a satisfied smile.

“Arthur?” Your voice was trembling

“Yes darling?” He purred, still panting

“I.. I can’t feel my legs!”

Arthur began to laugh at your naive, serious tone as he watched your (y/e/c) eyes flick anxiously back and forth to each of his own.

“You fascinate me Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up and I can rub your legs. Sound good love?”

“Yes please..”

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More Than A Lifetime

Prompt: #191 for anon – “Why won’t they wake up?”

Anonymous said:

Hi! I’m here to help you finish your Drabble game! I love your writing! Would you feel comfortable writing the prompt “why won’t they wake up?” For Shownu of Monsta X?? Maybe some angst with a happy ending?? It’s totally ok of you don’t want to! Thank you for your time!! 💜💜💜💜

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x reader

Genre: vampire au / angst / fluff

Warnings: mentioning of death

Word count: 1481

Glancing at the bodies before him and then back at his friend, Hyunwoo frowned. It wasn’t a situation he wanted to have a part in, and yet, he had been the one to cause such an unneeded ruckus in the first place. Guilt licked at his very existence, irking him further and he left out a frustrated breath, thrusting a hand exasperatedly at the pair seemingly in an endless slumber. “Why won’t they wake up?”

“Some transitions take time,” Hoseok murmured. However, Hyunwoo could tell the doctor beside him was as perplexed as he was. “Maybe because they were on the brink of death with their disease when you saved them-”

“Did I really save them?” Hyunwoo cut in softly, his dark eyes regarding you in particular. Your skin had been just as pallid when he met you, passing in and out of consciousness in your delirium. It had been your sister who had done the pleading for you both, holding your slumping body up despite the immense strain it was causing her to do so.

He had pitied you both but not enough to take your lives initially. Turning away, he had gone to step off when you had stumbled into his back, resting against him, chanting how cold he was to the touch. Perhaps it was your warmth, something he hadn’t had the ability to feel in decades, or the fact that your fragile heart had echoed in his mind. Hyunwoo’s resolve had broken and he had claimed your life, along with your sister’s.

Letting out an indignant scoff, Hyunwoo shook his head, answering his own question. “How is this any better than death? Being immortal is not a life one would want to have. I should have let them die. Maybe they will not make it through the change. I can only hope they find peace wherever they may be.”

Despite his statement, Hyunwoo checked in the infirmary for the following four days. On the fifth, he was stunned to find you sitting up in the bed, your back facing him. Rushing forward, he rounded the bed and stopped short when you snapped your focus towards his, narrowing your eyes immediately. He could see the changes; the colour of your eyes was once natural unlike the crimson they appeared as now. Your canines peeked out from your mouth when it fell open, and a cool breath expelled from you.

You had become a vampire after all. And Hyunwoo couldn’t help but feel taken back by how beautiful you were now with your strength returned.

However, you didn’t seem appreciative at all. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t-”

“Fragments of your life plagued me whilst I laid here. Instead of a peaceful death, I saw nothing but bloodlust and destruction and-”

“You begged me,” he confirmed, folding his arms over his chest. “You clung to me and asked for my help. You’re not the only one who regrets such a situation.”

Opening your mouth, you changed your thought process, soon becoming thin-lipped with your frustration. The feeling was mutual, Hyunwoo wondering why he had even been excited to see you sit up. Glancing away from you, he watched the body in the bed next to yours begin to move.

“Your sister awakens. I shall leave you to your damnation together,” he announced, stalking away from your side and all the way to the study.

Closing the door with more force than necessary, Hyunwoo moved to his desk, gripping onto the table’s edge. “Why did I even bother?!”

“Because you once had a heart,” a voice replied, and the other vampire in the room smiled at him. Getting up, Jooheon approached Hyunwoo. “It doesn’t matter how long ago it stopped, you do it every time because you can’t bear to watch people suffer in their last breath.”

“Perhaps I should. She saw it as nothing but bloodlust! I’m insulted.”

Jooheon smirked. “You’re feeling again, brother.”

“It would be better that I didn’t,” Hyunwoo remarked, though he blinked slowly at Jooheon’s observation, a hand slipping to his chest. His heart laid dormant and yet, Hyunwoo was certain he felt the flicker of something.

A month passed and you had grown accustomed to your new existence. Your sister, Callie, had taken immediately to life as she saw it, her smiles encouraging warmth into the coven that had been missing for some time. Her laughter was also a stark contrast to your quietness, and when Hyunwoo entered the library, he paused when he noticed you reading over by the window.

You afforded him no greeting, your attention barely lifting from the book before you. However, when he sat down on the opposite end of the large bay window and closed his eyes as he got comfortable, you snapped your book shut swiftly. “Must you?”

“I have no interest in bothering you, Y/N. I merely am here for the afternoon sun.”

“Your mere presence is a bother to me,” you admitted and Hyunwoo smiled lazily in response. You let out a huff of air, though made no effort to depart his company either. Hyunwoo’s smile continued to grow. “Why here of all places?”

“The same reason you come to this spot as often as you do,” he told you, folding his arms loosely over his chest. “It’s the best place for the afternoon sun.”

“How did…” Trailing off, you soon fell silent and Hyunwoo peeked through one of his eyes at you. Your attention was out of the window now and he slowly opened his eyes properly, soaking you in much like he had come to re-energise in the natural warmth from outside.

He couldn’t stop the attraction he felt towards you even if you had condemned him for all he had done. Hyunwoo was captivated by the smallest details, and when you blinked, he watched as the lashes brushed over your skin before you turned to look at him. He had been certain you would have some sort of remark at his staring. Instead, you did the same back, watching him for what felt like a short eternity. It wasn’t until the sun dipped and the moon rose that he realised just how long you had been looking at one another for. Affected, he sat up suddenly, tumbling off the ledge and falling onto his hands and knees in the process.

You giggled.

Snapping his focus back to yours, it was the first time he’d seen you show any amusement within these walls. Watching the joy fill your face had been a poor decision on his behalf because it made you insatiable to Hyunwoo, his reflexes careening him back to your side, mere inches from your face.

You smiled warmly. “Why did you stop there? Isn’t it in your desires right now to take me?”

“All you see is bloodlust within me,” he reminded in a whisper, your hands reaching out to cup his face. Hyunwoo couldn’t stop his gasp with your connection to his face, nor did he refrain from nuzzling into your touch.

“You have always been the comfort I craved,” you confessed with a voice not much louder than he had been. “In death and now in… whatever I can call this.”

“Existence,” he offered and you nodded.

“It took me some time, and a few conversations with your brother to understand you. I shouldn’t have been so rude in the beginning.”

“I don’t blame you for being that way. This isn’t a life I wish upon anyone.”

“Yet you took mine anyway?”

He nodded. “Your touch back then urged me on.”

“Is it doing anything to you now?” you wondered and Hyunwoo moved through the remaining distance between you, kissing you passionately, hungrily. It had been too long since he had felt the caress of a woman, your moans and contented sighs eliciting further desire within him. As Hyunwoo laid you down upon the window’s ledge beneath him, you stopped him, clinging to him instead of continuing the heated moment. “Will you ever take another life like mine and claim her like you are about to with me?”

He shook his head adamantly. “I have never been compelled to claim anyone as my own.”

“Not even me?”

“I don’t hold ownership over you, nor if I lay with you right now, does it make you mine forever. Contrary to what is written about vampires, I don’t wish to covet anyone.”

You tilted your head. “Is that so?”

“However, I would like it very much if you remained at my side,” he concluded earnestly and you smiled with relief. Hyunwoo chuckled. “You seemed worried for a moment there.”

“Of course. I don’t want your temporary comfort, but a lifetime of it.”

Hyunwoo smiled again, kissing you affectionately. “Well, fortunately for you we have more than a lifetime together. I hope my comfort continues to be all you ever need.”

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So this was requested by one of my mutuals!

Read below the cut to check out the first chapter of my book which i recently started writing. I would love any type of feedback or Comments. You can freely point out any errors and tell me how you like and might as well give me some tips on how I can make it better! Either way If you are reading this, Thanks a lot for taking some time to go through this chapter which is inspired from something my friend experienced.

There might be a few triggered warning in this and there are mentions of bloodshed and physical injuries! Death mention!

Vess's breathing was significant as she ran through the forest, trying to make her steps light. It had rained a few minutes before, making the leaves moist that worked in her favor since they failed to crunch underneath her feet.

 Vess stopped for a second behind a tree, attempting to catch her breath as she tried to listen over her adrenaline-filled veins and palpitating heart for any noise. Sweat dripped down her bruised face inflicting tiny scratches and cuts to sting. And then suddenly, out of the blue, a strangled scream erupted through the forest. It took Vess everything in her to prevent herself from letting out a cry herself as she recognized that scream to belong to one of her cabinmates. Unluckily, Vess began to possess a scare right there as she crumbled to the ground. Terror gripped her heart, and her hands started quivering uncontrollably. And, her body convulsed in sobs.

 It had all happened so quickly. The school was having an innocent field trip to their nearby island, a nice little boat ride bringing them over in two groups. They planned to have easy hikes and sleep peacefully in allotted cabins for a week. But then there was screaming, so much screaming, as bullets rained the camp and students scattered into the woods.

 Vess had been ready to head to the showers when she heard the cries of her peers and the panic-stricken voices of flummoxed students telling each other to run away since the assailant was making his way through the campsite.

 So, Vess ran into the woods. She ran so far and so quickly, thankful for her training on the cross country team, but it was not enough. Vess could still hear the blood-curdling screams of the high-schoolers and the sound of bullets. She was not safe.

Vess's short brown hair was sweaty, flying into her face ever so often and obstructing her vision.  Her jaded brown eyes visibly expressed how worn out she was. Having grown up in a well-to-do family, Vess lived in Texas and grew up as an only child, but she had never felt lonely because of her loving parents. She was often called the perfect kid, intelligent, tall, and beautiful. But she had her fair share of problems, especially her anxiety and depression disorders, though she was not aware of long she had had those problems. It seemed forever that she had been taking anti-depressants and anti-anxiety pills. Vess had learned to love herself the way she was, brunette, brown-eyed with sunkissed skin, tall, introverted, and not to mention slightly awkward

 But Vess was enervated. No food, no water, and only the clothes on her back. Her shoes were just her regular sneakers because they could not hold up well against the thick forest. But, that was not what scared her, no. Vess was not scared of dying neither of malnutrition. She was afraid because she was alone. Any people that she heard were just their screams before their impending death.

 It should just be a nightmare Vess thought, as she sat trembling on the ground, just a scenario out of one of her video games. But the sharp pain in her legs and her uneven breathing told her that this was her reality. So she hoped and prayed that someone would come to get her because she had no idea how she was supposed to get up by herself.

 And then, she heard footsteps. She frantically tried to cover her mouth since her breathing was yet to calm down but to no avail since the thought that the killer could be close caused her breath to become sporadic and uncontrollable once again.

 Her eyes went wide as someone stood in front of her, the next thing, Vess knew she was dead. She scrunched her eyes as she hoped that her death would be quick and painless, but then she felt the person kneel in front of her. So, she opened her eyes.

 The sight in front of her caused tears to run down her eyes because finally, she recognized the person and he was not dead and nor was he the killer. Which meant Vess was no longer alone. The blonde boy in front of her seemed to be eyeing her with great concern. As her brown orbs flickered up to look into his hazel ones, she couldn't help but lunge at him.

 "Kaiden," she gasped as she held onto his neck, almost crushing him in her arms. But Kaiden hugged her just as tightly as he patted down her hair. "Vess, we are not safe here. We have got to go quick, I think a staff member was able to call the police but we do not know long they will take to get here and if they will be able to find us in the woods in the time."

 She nodded her head, wishing she could stay here in his embrace a little longer but she knew that Kaiden was right and they were not safe where they were currently.

 "Let's go," he whispered.

They held each other's hands and started running.

 "I'm tired.", Vess told Kaiden as she gasped for breath.

 They'd been running for over forty minutes now and Vess had just been following Kaiden's lead since the forest was new to her. She hadn't even remembered which direction their cabins were in since she was so panicked when she left the campsite.

 "I know, just a little more." Kaiden was breathing heavily as well. "we're almost at the lake where we can drink some water and take a break."

 Vess looked to her right, where she saw the sun setting, signifying that it would soon be nighttime and they were going to have to survive in the forest without any light. They hadn't heard any noises since they started running, from where Kaiden had spotted Vess, which they weren't sure was a good thing.

 Finally, they saw the lake and went up to the edge with the trees still covering them so they weren't in the open. However, the sun had gone down, making it hard to see. The air was thick with mist, and the moon appeared incandescent in the inky night sky. The wind howled unnervingly, and the trees swayed as though they were performing a peculiar dance.

 "I think we are safe for now," Kaiden said as Vess cupped her hands into the lake and furiously gulped down the water. "We can rest here but do not drink the water too fast or you will throw up, Vess."

 "Ok," she whispered as she sat back and drank more cautiously.

 "Let us sleep here until the sun rises, then we can start going again. There is supposed to be another campsite north of the lake we will be able to get help there."

 Vess simply nodded as she let her thoughts run freely. She wondered where in the world the police were and whether or not the attacker was still looking for prey. She turned to Kaiden and noticed that he had already closed his eyes and laid down in front of a tree so she laid down beside him and closed her eyes as well.

 But every time she closed her eyes, she could not help but imagine that the killer was coming closer and would appear in front of her out of nowhere if she kept her eyes closed any longer.

 Kaiden had noticed that Vess's breathing had not turned light just yet and twenty minutes had already passed by, so he opened his eyes to talk to her.

 "Vess, you need to sleep. We need the energy to get to the other campsite tomorrow."

 "I know, I just cannot.", she replied truthfully, "What if he sees while we are sleeping? We will be vulnerable."

 Kaiden sighed, "Do not worry, we are safe here, alright? Plus we have not heard anything in a while."

 Vess nodded but still refused to close her eyes, which Kaiden noticed.

"Hey, listen.", He opened his arms so she could lay comfortably on his chest as he talked to her soothingly. "I will watch for a while until you fall asleep so that I can make sure we are safe, okay?"

Vess curled up against Kaiden for warmth and he took that as a sign that she would finally sleep.

The other morning, Vess woke up to the sun in her eyes. She had almost forgotten about the situation at hand until her hunger-stricken stomach reminded her. But without a second thought, she reached out in her pocket and fetched out a small pouch. Opening it, she quickly took two pills out of it and swallowed them along with a gulp of water from the lake, then turning her attention towards Kaiden.

She shook him awake, "Kaiden, the sun is up."

He opened his eyes and smiled at Vess, something she would never understand how he could do, but she smiled back.

"Drink some water before we leave. I am not exactly sure where the next place that has water will be."

And then they were on their trek once again. As they made their way north, they walked at a fast pace, no longer having to run since the killer's location was unknown. For all they knew, the killer could be caught.

After walking for four hours under the heat of the burning sun, Vess gasped as she saw the tips of cabin roofs.

"Look, Kaiden.", she pointed excitedly, "I see the camp!"

Kaiden looked up with a light in his eyes was lit as they quickly made their way over. The hope and excitement that they would finally be safe filled up in their chests. But as quick as it had lit, the fire in them got snuffed out.

The whole camp was quiet. There was not a single sound, but that was not the problem. Bodies were lying all over. The cabins and ground splattered in blood. And the smell of deteriorating bodies filled the air.

"N-no.", Vess muttered as tears started obstructing her vision. Her pulse accelerated while she held her breath. Was her imagination playing tricks on her? Nevertheless, she put on a brave front and braced herself.

"The assassin was here.", Kaiden could not believe his eyes.

Vess looked around in pure horror. Never has she ever expected herself to land in a situation as such. But now that she was here, she knew she had to make it out alive.

Kaiden and Vess decided on looking for supplies that could come in handy to them during their little escapade, and with that, they made their way to the cabins.

Vess closed her eyes and relaxed her breathing to try and calm herself down from her overwrought composition. "Do you think there are any survivors?"

Kaiden was dubious of what to reply. So he decided that it would be better to look around and see for themselves than make assumptions.

Although Vess looked through cabins for supplies and stuffed them in a backpack, she did not dare search bodies as Kaiden did. By the time they had finished rummaging through the cabins, they both had one bag each. They ate some canned food they found in one of the cabin leaders' rooms, stowing the rest in their backpacks. But sadly enough, they could not find any survivors.

"Do you think anyone survived from our campsite?" Vess questioned out loud.

"Yeah, probably. For all, we know people survived from this campsite as well, they are just running like we are, " Kaiden replied optimistically.

The thought helped Vess's state of mind but she still couldn't help but think of the worst. Vess was not sure of what their next step would be, and neither was her mind in the right state to the plot of a plan. So she left that task for Kaiden.

After a few minutes of decisive thinking, they finally came up with a strategy. According to what they knew... the school trip would be over by Friday, which meant they are supposed to be back home by Friday afternoon. But, if somehow the police weren't called yesterday, they were just going to have and wait it out. Since the school or others won't send someone to check after them unless they realize that the school did not show up on Friday afternoon. This meant that they were going to have to keep going.

"We should head towards the docks. In case if someone comes, we can quickly call for help." Vess suggested.

"Yeah, true. We should have enough food and water for a little over a week but just in case, we should ration what we have because we don't know if we'll be able to find more food." They agreed.

So, off they went, on another trek North towards the island borders and its docks. Vess tried not to let her hopes up too high since they weren't a hundred percent sure they would find help. However, she did hope that they would run into more survivors. Although she was thankful she had Kaiden, she couldn't bear the idea that they were the only two that escaped.

Kaiden attempted to make small talk as he asked her about whom she had rooming. She did not elaborate much but told him she had been assigned a room with a couple of girls from her bio class. She hadn't known then well, but they had gotten along well enough. That was all she said as she thought back to their first day.

Kaiden thought that was cool and mentioned that he had gotten paired with his best pal, Theo. The two of them had been quite close for the past few years. But, Kaiden had somehow lost him since they weren't together when-... he did not complete that sentence as he grimaced at the abhorrent thought

Vess didn't know how to reply. And she did not need to because a little ahead they saw a trail of smoke in the sky.

"Do you think that fire is made by other people or by another campsite?" Vess asked hopefully.

"It could be the killer," Kaiden answered.

But Vess found it hard to believe: why would the killer need a fire? He should have left the island by now unless he had another purpose to serve here.

Kaiden could not help but agree after pondering over the thought for a while and thought it would be better to check it out since it was not a long detour from where they were heading.

Once they started going closer to smoke, Kaiden and Vess peeked over the bushes to see a campfire with backpacks and tents. But no people. Just as Vess was about to tell Kaiden that they should just keep heading to the docks, they got tackled from behind.

 Vess let out a startled squeak as she toppled to the ground, her attacker placing their weight onto her. Dirt covered her vision but from what she could hear, Kaiden was in a similar predicament.

"Wait, Vess?", The person let go of Vess's arms. Vess did not waste a minute and furiously wiped at her eyes. Hope grew in her as she recognized the voice.

"Aletha! OH MY GOSH!" She exclaimed out of astonishment on sighting the dark-haired girl.

And just as quickly as Vess had gotten tackled, Aletha was brought to the ground by the sheer force of Vess's hug as she launched herself at Aletha.

 Vess found it hard to express how glad she was to see that Aletha, her long-time friend, had survived as she practically started crying.

Aletha laughed at Vess before admitting she was equally glad to see Vess.

Aletha and Vess had always had a close friendship, Vess had met Aletha during her middle school, and they had both stuck around each other since they were ten. Aletha, The petite dark-haired, blue-eyed girl, had always had Vess's back. On the other hand, Vess couldn't have been more grateful to have her by her side. 

Vess looked over to Kaiden who was now talking with Theo, the person who was apparently with Aletha, who was Vess's close friend. And after that, it was not long before they were all caught up in a deliberate conversation.

"Where were you guys when it all started?" Vess asked as all four of the teens walked over to the campsite to check if it was inhabited.

"I was at luncheon and found Aletha when I was going through the backdoor. She was trying to pull it open when it was a push door." Theo teased.

Theo had always been the most light-hearted of them all. His tall, gangly body and humor had always made him a favorite for most. His curly jet black was always a mess, while his soft and glassy brown eyes were always welcoming. He wasn't the smartest, but he knew enough to survive his first few months of high school until he ended up trapped in the present situation.

"HEY! I was panicking, all right?" Aletha turned to Vess, "For some reason, Theo and I were the only ones to think of going through the back door and towards the forest. The others ran right out the front to the killer."

Vess gasped as Kaiden shook his head. Kaiden revealed how he had found Vess in the woods. He added that he had been alone when he left the restroom since the others were in the recreational center.

Vess confirmed that she had been on the run from the showers. Aletha could not help herself and spoke the question that was lingering in all of their minds, "You think the assailant is still on the island?"

"I'm not sure. It would be kind of dumb for the killer to stay since we are hundreds of kids on a scheduled field trip so the cops are bound to come searching for us, but he could be if he wants to try to prove a point and wants to run into the police," Kaiden said.

Theo felt the need to point out the fact that Kaiden mentioned the killer to be a male. He wanted to know how Kaiden surmised that the killer was a male. But Vess replied, "I mean, how likely would the killer be a woman?" but Theo was not convinced.

Aletha looked up at the sky that was getting darker and questioned Kaiden about what their plan was. Kaiden gave them a summary of their plan asked them about their view.

"We were going to head towards another campsite and sadly, it was in the same state as ours. So, all we were able to do was get supplies." Theo answered solemnly.

"Oh, we ran into that campsite too after we passed the lake," Vess said. That puzzled Theo, he wondered, had they gone south instead of continuing north? He voiced his thought in hopes of getting an answer. Vess clarified that they had gone north when they ran into a campsite before continuing on their way.

Theo and Aletha shared a look before Aletha started speaking. She told them that the campsite they had run into was south of the lake, which caused Kaiden to let out a gasp. 

In an epiphany, they understood that the killer had hit three camps. Since the campsite into which Kaiden and Vess ran was north of the lake.

"How many campsites are even there on this island?" Vess asked.

Everyone shrugged, not knowing the answer.

"Damn, I regret not taking one of that brochure thing with the map on it," Theo groaned.

Aletha wondered how the assassin could have attacked three camps without even one call making it to the authorities. Theo stated the obvious, "Unless there is more than one attacker. What if there was a group of attackers?"

Everyone grimaced. Everyone deeming of the same thought: this better not have anything to do with terrorists cause they are ruthless and never play around.

" Though, why would they attack us?" Vess asked.

Theo scoffed, "Why on earth do they even attack anyone?"

"Wow, we might be into some deep trouble. Dear God, tell us they are not here to prove a point and are on this island still," Aletha sighed.

"True, but I think that before we go to sleep, we should check this campsite once, it looks like people stayed here. Mostly they are still there. what do you say?" Theo suggested.

The others nodded, following behind him to the camping site. And with that, the group of fourteen-year-olds headed towards the campsite. 

Reaching near, they could see that the bonfire had extinguished, and there a few tents, backpacks, and trekking supplies lying hither and tither. 

They made their way to the site and decided to search through the tents. They decided to check it for any supplies while keeping an eye out for survivors and the killer.

"This area looks like it was inhabited recently. Maybe the inhabitants are somewhere nearby," Kaiden yelled out from inside a tent.

"I will not suggest going out to find them because the last thing we need is finding that this camp belongs to the assassins," Vess contradicted, "Just gather the essentials and find a place to spend the night."

The others agreed and continued gathering supplies. 

Vess was packing extra necessities into her backpack when she noticed there had been piercing silence for a couple of minutes. The derelict camp stood there lifeless. She bit her lip to stop her teeth from chattering like castanets. She was experiencing anxiety. Her throat was dry, and her tongue thick and heavy in her mouth.

A terrifying thought haunted her, the feeling that the camp belonged to the killer. She feared he had gotten hold of her friends and now was coming at her. She sucked in a sharp breath and hoped that her suspicions were not true and just hallucinations.

Frozen to the spot in which she was standing, Vess would not dare move or even let out a single sound, let alone a harsh exhale. As she heard footsteps nearing, she screwed her eyes shut, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath sporadic, and with trembling hands, she prayed for a quick death. 

As she stood glued to the spot, she was startled by another ominous sound. A portentous shuffling of steps and whispers made her blood run cold. Was it a trespasser? The noise was originating from outside the tent. Her palms turned cold and clammy, and her heartbeat quickened. She had a premonition of imminent danger. She was probably reading too many horror novels, she reasoned with herself. She also had a very inveterate tendency of making a mountain out of a molehill. Placating herself thus, she headed towards the opening flap of the tent, opening it warily, and peaked outside. There was nobody there. In the dark, the trees looked like behemoths that were staring at her spookily. Her intuition told her that something was not quite right here. And unsettling thoughts wormed their way into her subconscious mind.

Who made those sounds and whispers? Her friends? Survivors? or killers? That she did not know. She told herself that it was just her overthinking things as usual. And if something was wrong here, or her friends had been under attack, it was nearly impossible that they had not made a single sound.

She mentally scolded herself because she was well aware that this was something she had caused. She had always known that every time she said something, she only started something. That was a reason why she had considered saying nothing- nothing at all about the matter in hand before.

But right now, that was not what mattered. Vess was to ensure that the others in whose company Vess had come here were well and fine. 

And just as she stuffed the last blanket in her backpack and was halfway out of the tent. She felt a hand forcefully pull her out of the tent and force her down to the ground. Her breath got caught in her throat, and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Cold sweat trickled down her brow. Her hands began to quiver incessantly. For sure, this was not a figment of her imagination! She pinched herself hard. That reassured her of her cognizance. A barrage of thoughts overwhelmed her mind.

Then the last thing she remembered was being knocked out after a few incoherent whispers about 'THE MARK'.

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I love... ~ Wonwoo ft. Mingyu College!AU

Genre: Angst/Fluff College!AU

Requested: No

Words: 3,649

~This is a random scenario that popped into my head the other day! I hope y’all like it!~

You were sitting beside the small coffee cart on campus when you caught a glimpse of them.

A small smile made its way to your lips as you watched the pair talk and laugh. Your fiance spotted you and motioned for his friend to go to you.

You stood up, your smile widened as your fiance kissed and hugged you.

The look on the other man’s face was one of joy for the two of you, you could see the hint of regret though.

It was crazy to think you had known them for two years now. The day you met them, the two men who would change the course of your life forever.

You were lost in the crowd of your dream University. You could hardly enjoy the warm August morning because of the nervousness that was swimming in the pit of your stomach.

You had no idea if the crowd you were following was leading to the building you needed to be in for your first class or not so you found an opening to step to the side and out of the way of the other university students.

“Lost?” You looked up to see a handsome man, you thought he was straight out of an Anime.

“Uh… Yeah I am.” You finally stuttered out realizing you had been staring at the man.

“Do you know what building you need to be in?” He asked.

“Yeah, I am going to building 4 class 3.” You replied

“I am heading there too.” He smiled, “Follow me.”

You followed him, he seemed to know his way around but you were sure you were headed to a first year business major class. When you go to the class you were surprised when he patted the seat next to him while looking at you. You sat next to him and got out the things that you would need.

“This is a first year business class, how did you know how to get here?” You asked.

“My best friend is in his 2nd year so I visited him a lot last year. My name is Kim Mingyu, by the way.” He said sticking his hand out.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You said and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Mingyu smiled.

Class soon began and so you paid attention to the professor. Mostly it was just an introduction to the to course and him assigning some homework. When he announced class was over you gathered your things.

“What class do you have now?” Mingyu asked.

“Math, just a couple classrooms over.” You replied.

“No way, me too!” He smiled.

So the two of you went to class together and sat by one another once more. You had no idea why he was being so nice to you, but you weren’t going to turn down the prospects of a new friend. Plus he was very handsome.

“Do you know where the cafeteria is?” He asked you as you were packing your things at the end of the class.

“That one I do know.” You smiled. Mingyu chuckled.

“Shall we walk together?” He asked as he swung his backpack onto his shoulder.

“Sure.” You replied.

The two of you got to know each other a little better on your way to the cafeteria. There were a few different options so you split up and went to get what you wanted. After you were wondering a little aimlessly debating if you should look for Mingyu or just sit somewhere random.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard, you looked in the direction to see Mingyu motioning toward him and who you presumed was his second year friend. You began walking towards them. Looking at his friend made you a little nervous, he had a cold look on his face.

“Y/N, this is Wonwoo. Wonwoo this is Y/N.”  Mingyu introduced you two as you sat across from them at the table.

“Nice to meet you.” Wonwoo smiled, the cold look disappearing.

“Likewise.” You smiled.

The two men took turns asking you questions and getting to know each other, all while Mingyu would tell you all about Wonwoo and vice versa.

You enjoyed their company. They were both really funny and nice.

After lunch the three of you parted ways but not before exchanging numbers. You went back to your dorm that you shared with a second year student.

“I saw you at lunch with Wonwoo and his first year friend. Do you know them?” she asked.

“Wonwoo’s friend, Mingyu helped me find our morning class. Then we just kind of became friends and he introduced me to Wonwoo. Do you know them?” You asked.

“Wonwoo and I had a couple general classes together last year and I recognize, Mingyu?-” She paused and you nodded, “From last year as well, I swear he was always on campus. I am surprised he graduated high school.” She finished.

“He lives pretty close from what I understand they were telling me today. They are both from around here.” You replied.

“That makes sense. I’m going to study at the library, do you want to come?” She asked.

“No thanks, I am just going to study here at my desk.” You replied.

“Alright, see you later.” She said and left the dorm room.

You began to study when your phone buzzed. You picked it up to see a text from Wonwoo.

[From: Jeon Wonwoo]

Hey, we are studying at the cafe right off campus to the south, would like to come study with us?

You thought for a minute before replying.

[To: Jeon Wonwoo]

I would love to. Be there in 10 ^^

You gathered your study material and headed off to the cafe.

It was now a few months into the quarter and you had become best friends with Mingyu and Wonwoo. You would be lying though if you said you didn’t have feelings for Mingyu.

Whenever you were with him your tummy felt all twisty and gooey inside. Sometimes you would stutter a bit due to nerves, but he would just laugh and pat your head.

You had finally mustered enough courage to confess to him, you were sure that the feelings were mutual.

“Mingyu, you are so incredibly nice- no that’s not right. Mingyu I like you. You’re kind, funny and you make my insides feel fuzzy…. AGH!!” You sighed frustrated and hit your head on your desk. Your roommate laughed at you from her bed.

“Stop laughing. I don’t know how to do this, I’ve never done this before.” You snapped with your eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re going to be fine and it is going to go awesomely awkward and the two of you will be in love 5ever.” She laughed.

“What if I just write him a note? Writing is my strong point and I am sure that I could get across my feelings more eloquently that way.” You said.

“Whatever floats your boat, bud.” She replied.

You took out a notebook ripping a piece of paper out and began to write down a small letter.

You checked your watch and it was time to meet up with Mingyu.

“I gotta go, I will be back later.” You said.

“Good luck, I’ll be waiting to hear all about it.” She smiled.

You smiled seeing Mingyu under the tree, he looked handsome with a pair of shades on. Your stomach was filled with butterflies. You stood in front of him, he looked up and smiled.

“Ready to go to the coffee shop?” He asked. You simply nodded. “How has your day been?” He asked.

“So far so good, how about you?” You asked.

“Could be better, do you know Minah in our math class?” He asked.

“Yeah, I do.” You replied, you felt your stomach begin to drop.

“Well I asked her for her number but she said never. Why won’t she give me the time of day, did I do something wrong?” He asked.

“Oh, n-no. Not that I know of.” You replied snapping out of your daze. You took the folded note in your hand and shoved it into your bag's side pocket.

“Oh well, maybe she will come around.” Mingyu said. He noticed you stayed rather quiet.

“Are you okay? Was that TMI? Are we not to the point of our friendship where we can talk about our crushes? I consider you one of my best friends.” He said. You smiled.

“I am fine, you are free to talk about that. I don’t mind. You are one of my best friends too.” You replied. Mingyu smiled and patted your head.

You wanted to go back to your dorm but you couldn’t find a good excuse so you went to the cafe. After ordering your regular drink you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Mingyu had seen you shove some paper into your bag. Curiosity got the best of him and once he saw you enter the bathroom he took it out and unfolded it. A small smile came to his lips as he read the paper. He finished it and put it back. He hadn’t seen you in that way, sure you were beautiful and he enjoyed your company.

“What were you reading?” Wonwoo asked as he sat in front of Mingyu. Mingyu jumped and put his hand over his heart.

“You scared me… It was nothing. How was your chess tournament?” Mingyu asked to change the subject.

You looked in the bathroom mirror.

“Abort the mission, my friend. You are officially in the bestie zone.” You said and hung your head. “Got to put on a brave face and ride out the rest of the day. Can’t let him know anything is wrong or out of the ordinary.” You mumbled to yourself and then sighed before heading back out to where Mingyu was. You were surprised, but grateful to see Wonwoo there as well.

For some reason you felt completely at ease around him. It was so easy to talk to him, he often made you laugh.

“Hi Y/N.” Wonwoo smiled as you sat down.

“Hey.” You smiled back at him.

“I found that book you were talking about at the library. I really enjoyed it, do you have any other suggestions?” He asked as he kept eye contact with you.

“I don’t know if you’ve read this already, but Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. That is one of my favorite books, I read it over and over.” You smiled.

“I have read that one, and I agree it is a phenomenal book.” He replied.

“Book nerds.” Mingyu said and scrolled through his phone.

The three of you hung out the rest of the day, laughing and chatting.

Wonwoo distracted you without you even realizing it.

“Hey, I have some homework I need to finish up. I will see you two later.” Mingyu said and excused himself.

“I actually have to get back to my dorm, it is getting late.” You said.

“May I walk you back?” He asked.

“I would love that.” You smiled.

The two of you walked and chatted about random things. It was as if you had known him for years rather than just a few months. You quite enjoyed his company. Almost more than Mingyu’s since when you were with Wonwoo, you felt you could be yourself with him. Not that you had to be fake around Mingyu, but it was just different.

“Well here we are.” You said.

“Yeah, here we are.” Wonwoo smiled, “Do you want to go out tomorrow for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You smiled back.

“Cool, I will meet you out here around noon tomorrow and then we can decide where to go?” He offered.

“Sounds perfect to me.” You replied.

“Alright, see you tomorrow.” Wonwoo waved.

You went inside and went up to your dorm. As soon as you closed it and rested your back against the door, your roommate sat up and took her earphones out pausing her show.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“Terrible.” You replied.

“What? But you’re smiling, and not crying.” She said, a look of worry on her face.

“I mean, yeah, I am sad. But I have a feeling that I’m going to be okay.” You said.

She arched her eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know yet, I will let you know as soon as I know.” You replied.

You were tired so you began preparing to go to sleep. You took the note out of your backpack and crumpled it, then tossed it into your trash. As you laid in your bed, reflecting on the day. You couldn’t help but let out a few tears. It was heartbreaking. You really liked Mingyu, but you could also see yourself falling for Wonwoo. You decided you would wait a while to test out if those were actual feelings as it wouldn’t be fair to him to just start liking him right after inadvertently being rejected by his best friend.

The next day you went to lunch with Wonwoo and had a really good time. Before you knew it you were seeing Wonwoo every day, regardless if Mingyu was there or not. Over time your feelings for Mingyu faded until you only saw him as one of your best friends, during that time your feelings for Wonwoo grew. This time you knew the feelings were mutual. You asked your roommate about it and she informed you that he was giving lots of non-verbal signs of liking you. So once again you mustered up the courage to tell someone you liked them as more than a friend.

You and Wonwoo were studying for finals, well at least you were trying to but you couldn’t help stealing glances at him. You thought he was cutest when he was concentrating really hard on something, whether it be a book, chess or even his stupid video games.

“Do you need help?” He asked, glancing up at you.

“Oh, no. I mean I just wanted to tell you that I like you.” You said. Wonwoo looked up.

“What was that?” He asked as he locked eyes with you.

“I like you.” You replied. He began smiling at you.

“Good, because I like you too.” He winked and looked back down to his text book. You smiled and tried to get back to studying.

That evening on the walk home he held your hand.

From that day forward you two were exclusive.

Mingyu had been busy with basketball games, so you hadn’t seen him in a while. Naturally when he got back he asked you and Wonwoo to meet him at the cafe. He didn’t notice you come in until the seat across from him was being pulled out. You sat down and Wonwoo helped scoot you in a little before sitting next to you.

“You came together?” Mingyu asked.

“Yeah, we were studying at the library today so we thought we would just come together.” Wonwoo replied and nonchalantly threw his arm over the back of your chair.

“Do you want your regular?” He asked you,

“Yeah, thanks.” You replied.

“Mingyu?” He asked.

“Yeah, I will take my regular as well. Thanks, Wonwoo.” Mingyu replied. Wonwoo smiled and nodded. He got up and went to order our drinks.

“That’s new.” Mingyu said.

“What is?” You asked.

“Wonwoo pulling out your seat, putting his arm on your chair. Are you two dating?” Mingyu responded with another question.

“Yes, we were actually going to tell you tonight. You’ve been so busy with your basketball tournament in the city over so we didn’t really have the chance to tell you. And we wanted to do it in person.” You said.

“No, that’s good. I am happy for you.” He said. You could see something in his eyes though, whatever it was, something was off.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

Wonwoo came back handing us each our drinks.

Wonwoo retold Mingyu about the relationship and you all had a rather nice evening together.

You were in the middle of a debate with Mingyu about which team was better, the Utah Jazz or the Oklahoma City Thunder. Wonwoo’s phone buzzed and he answered it, turning away from the two of you. When his call was over he turned back.

“That was my roommate's friend. Vernon got dumped so he got drunk. I have to help him back to the dorm. Sorry to leave early. Mingyu can you walk Y/N to her dorm since I can’t?” Wonwoo asked.

“Of course.” Mingyu said.

“Good luck.” You told Wonwoo.

“Thanks, love.” He said and gave you a short sweet kiss before heading out of the cafe.

Mingyu’s heart hurt a little bit. The whole night he was feeling jealous that you were sitting next to Wonwoo and not him. That you were dating Wonwoo and not him. He thought you liked him.

“Are you ready to go?” Mingyu asked.

“Yeah, I am. You don’t have to walk me to my dorm if you don’t want to.” You replied.

“It isn’t a problem, I’ve walked you there a million times. Besides, what are friends for?” He quipped. The word ‘friend’ stung him more than it stung you.

“Alright, let’s go then.” You replied.

The two of you walked in silence. It wasn’t necessarily a comfortable one. When you arrived at your building and you stopped.

“Thank you for walking me home, Mingyu.” You smiled.

“Y/N, I like you.” He said. That annoying pit in your stomach started to twist and turn.

“What?” You asked.

“I like you, a lot.” He answered, “I am sorry I didn’t tell you a long time ago. I read the note you wrote me when you went to the bathroom that day. I was being dumb and I just thought that you would wait for me to be ready to ask you out.” Mingyu said.

Your heart hurt and you found it hard to believe that this was happening. Mingyu was Wonwoo’s best friend. They grew up in the same neighborhood, their parents were friends. They were like brothers.

“Y/N, please, say something.” Mingyu pleaded.

“Mingyu… I love Wonwoo. Wonwoo is far too good for me, how he ended up liking me back is mind boggling. But I will be his as long as he will have me, because I love him and I know he loves me too.” You replied. Mingyu closed his eyes and you could see the tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

“Let’s not speak of this again.” You said and Mingyu nodded.

“I am sorry I brought it up. You two look happy together.” He said.

You were at a loss of what to say. You sighed and turned to head inside.

“See you around, bestie?” Mingyu asked. You turned back towards him.

“See ya bestie.” You replied and went in.

“What the hell is eating away at your soul?” Your roommate asked.

You word vomited everything that had just happened.

“Whoa…. Dang you’re killing the game.” She smirked. You glared in response.

You told Wonwoo what happened, you valued communication and you knew that if the roles were reversed you would want him to tell you.

You were surprised he already knew, it turns out Mingyu had gone to him that night to tell Wonwoo of his mistake and to ask for forgiveness and to also tell him what you had said and that by far you were a keeper.

They hashed everything out and in the end everything was okay. Mingyu hardly came around the two of you for a couple weeks. After Christmas break, during the beginning of the new quarter he began hanging around the two of you more often again. Things went back to normal.

It was your third year of college now, things were looking up. You and Wonwoo are now engaged, but waiting to be wed after Wonwoo graduates in the summer so that at least one of you can have a stable enough job to start your married life.

Mingyu still hadn’t dated anyone seriously. You were hoping that was going to change after setting him up on a blind date with one of your best friends from high school that is transferring to your university.

You sat at the outdoor tables at the new coffee cart that was put on campus, you caught a glimpse of Wonwoo and Mingyu. A small smile made its way to your lips as Wonwoo caught your glance and smiled back. He motioned to Mingyu to follow him over to where you were.

Your smile grew as you stood to greet the two men. Wonwoo pulled you in for a warm hug then pulled away slightly to give you a sweet kiss.  

Mingyu smiled softly, he was happy for the two of you. He realized that you both brought out the best in each other and helped each other to grow. He would be lying though if he said there wasn’t a small part of him that wondered what would have happened if he had asked you out first. He was working on it, moving on. He was tired of you setting him up on dates, he didn’t have the heart to tell you no. You were just trying to help. Which he appreciated, overall he was content being your best friend.

“You’re naming your first kid after me, right?” Mingyu asked.

“In your dreams.” You and Wonwoo said in sync, you couldn’t help the laughter that followed.

Over the last two years you’ve had heartache and love. No love is perfect, you’ve had a lot of ups and downs but you wouldn’t have wanted to go through any of it without these two by your side. You were grateful for your fiance and best friend, they both meant the world to you.

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