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[fiannans]

 “I need one last kiss, for luck.”

[bleachanimefan1]

Deadly Desire Part 3

A Trip Down Memory Lane,

Alucard and Walter went back outside to finish off the remaining ghouls that were barely alive, cleaning up the yard.

Inside, Rina got undressed and sank her body into the warm water and washed away the blood and dirt off. She sat back in the tub, sighing in content. Rina blinked and looked around the bathroom which was hard to see through the steam and mist. Why do I have a feeling that I'm being watched? They wouldn't put cameras in here, would they? No, don't be silly. But she couldn't shake the feeling away. Several pairs of red eyes were hidden in the upper ceiling of the room before they vanished and disappeared. In the hallway, Alucard smirked, and he walked away, chuckling, and phased through the wall, disappearing into another room.

In the break room, Walter and Integra and Seras were waiting for Rina. Integra was tapping her fingers on the table impatiently, while Seras was rocking back and forth in her chair. Walter was smoking a cigarette. There were cups of blood for Seras and Alucard and one for Rina along with another cup of tea and a sliced sandwich.

"Walter, go and see what's taking her so long."

Just as Walter was about to leave the room, he was met face to face with Rina, who was hanging upside down, smiling. Their lips were almost touching. Walter backed away from her, a little startled, and narrowed his eyes at her. Seras stared in awe, seeing Rina hanging upside down. Rina looked at Walter, seeing the cigarette in his mouth.

"You know those things can kill you, right?" She smirked in a teasing tone.

"Get down from there!"

Rina blinked and hopped off and landed on the floor. She peeked in the room and saw her guns lying on the table. "So, you guys were snooping around I see." She noticed that Alucard was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, where's the big red guy?" She asked.

"What kind of bullets were you using against those vampires?" Integra asked her, ignoring Rina's question.

"Open it and find out." Rina told and walked over and sat down next to Seras and began to eat her sandwich. Walter walked over, standing next to Integra, keeping his eyes on Rina as she ate. Rina avoided his gaze.

Integra reached and took one of Rina's weapons and popped open the clip and a bullet plopped onto the table. It had a purplish glow around the tip.

"What is it?" 

"Ultraviolet rounds. Almost equivalent to sunlight." Rina told them as she finished eating. Their eyes widen and Integra folded her hands, placing her chin on top of them.

"Where did you get this? You don't seem capable of making these." 

"My uncle. Those right there are the last until I make a supply run." Rina told her.

"We need to get more of these to have an advantage against these vampires." Integra spoke. "They're not ordinary ones like we usually fight against."

"I couldn't agree more, my Master." Alucard spoke suddenly, startling Rina when she saw him coming into the room through the wall. "Might be more of a challenge as well." He walked over to the table, standing next to Rina with a creepy grin.

"So, just who are you guys?" Rina asked them. "You hunt vampires as well?"

"This is the Hellsing Organization. Our job is to eliminate vampire threats that are a danger to England and to the Queen." Integra told her.

"So, all of you are vampires?" Rina asked.

"Seras serves under Alucard, who changed her. Walter is not a full vampire, but an artificial vampire, having gone through Nazi experiments. Alucard is compelled to serve under my family when my grandfather Abraham Van Helsing defeated him." Integra finished explaining. "Now, about you. You're a Dhampir? How come there's never any records or sightings of them? How old are you?"

"Maybe, from what I've been told there hasn't been. Dhampirs usually never survive birth when they are born or are hunted down by other vampires or humans. Guess, I'm one of the lucky ones." Rina snorted. "As for my age, I've lost count after 519."

"Why are you fighting against vampires, considering you are one?" Alucard asked.

"It would be better if I showed you. It'd be shorter than explaining the whole story" Rina spoke and rolled down her sleeve, revealing her arm. "So, who wants to have a bite?"

Seras and Walter stared at her in surprise, along with Integra. Alucard was a little surprised as well and smirked, revealing long rows of sharp teeth.

"Master, what is your order?"

"Go ahead. But if anything's weird spit it out. I don't want another repeated incident." Integra nodded. Alucard knelt down beside Rina and took her arm, bringing it closer to his mouth. Alucard slammed his teeth down with a chomp, nearly pulling Rina out of her chair. 

"Ahh! Okay!" She hissed out in pain and gripping the side of the table to steady herself as Alucard began to drink her blood, searching through Rina's memories.

Alcuard saw vivid images of beautiful woman who looked like Rina with blue eyes wearing a long red dress with white ends. She had a fair complexion as the sunlight shined on her skin as she watched the sunset. The images began to flood faster showing the same woman screaming in pain as a man took advantage of her. The man had long black hair, slightly pointed ears, dressed in old fashioned clothes. His blood-red eyes illuminated in the darkness, chuckling evilly. It made his blood boil in anger. Then Alucard heard the cry of a baby and saw Rina as she was being held by another man. He had short blond hair, blue eyes, old clothing as well. He was standing beside the bedside as he held Rina's mother's hand, crying, as she died from childbirth. Then a few more images appeared as it showed Rina older the same age as she is now, fighting vampires. They were fast. Super hearing. Super regeneration. And they take a lot of damage to kill but she always aimed for the heart or head.

Alucard blinked as he released Rina's arm, and she pulled her arm away from him. Alucard silently stared at her and Rina shifted her gaze, avoiding his. He wanted to catch her in the act and decided to play along her story thinking that it was a lie. But it wasn't. She was telling the truth.  The more Alucard looked at Rina, he couldn't help but remember Mina. Rina was so fascinating, so full of life, so innocent, like her. But maybe a little crazy like him that he loved to admit.

"Well?" Integra asked, waiting, snapping Alucard back to reality.

"She's telling the truth." Alucard murmured, telling everyone what Rina had showed him. Rina took a drink from her cup of blood and her bite wound slowly began to heal up until it vanished.

"Then these vampires need to be put to a stop." Integra gritted her teeth. Rina sighed, leaning back in her chair, tilting it back a little.

"So, this was nice getting to know each other. Where can I sleep for the night?"

"I'll have Walter here arrange a room." 

Walter led Rina down the hallway, taking her to her room. The two didn't say a word to each other and Walter noticed every now and then Rina was looking away from him. They stopped in front of her room and Walter opened the door. Rina stepped inside, seeing a bed in the far corner of the room and a window across from to the right.

"I assume this is to your liking, unless you prefer a coffin to sleep in-"

"No, this is fine. Thank you." Rina smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you keep looking away from me?" Walter asked her and he leaned against the door frame, blocking the way and Rina tensed up.

"You just remind me of someone from my past a long time ago, that's all." She quickly told him.

"Is that why you helped me back there? I reminded you of your past lover, perhaps?" He smirked.

"That is none of your concern!" Rina snapped at him.

"Then it shouldn't be hard to answer." Walter retorted, snidely.

"Fine, then, if you want to know so badly! He died!" Rina shouted. Walter's eyes widened but stayed silent. Rina pushed him back and Walter stumbled out of the doorway.

"Goodnight!" She shouted, angrily, and slammed the door in his face.

[ch3rryc4ndy]

Cherry Flavor

Relationship - haechan bestfriend X fem reader

Genre - smut

Summary - A night with friends ends up in both you and haechan figuring out each others kinks. 7 minutes in heaven turns into something you’ve both been needing.

Warnings - unprotected sex, breeding kink, language, pet names, fingering!, teasing

[Request ⭐︎ ]

“Come on! Let’s sit!” I hear ningning squeal as the group of people settle down into a circle on the couches around us “I think we should play truth or dare” she coos, shooting a wink at me with a smile on her face “ok” I shrug as we hear 3 other people walk in.

I turn to see haechan, jeno, and Renjun coming in late from practice as they make their way toward us “what’s going on here” jeno sighs as he plants down next to Karina “truth or dare” she shrugs as haechan perks at the name “oh I’m in” he purrs as he sits next to me, throwing me a smile and a greeting before the game begins.

“Haven’t seen you all day” he sighs as he leans onto my shoulder giving me a pout “my best friend thinks she’s too cool for me” he fake cries causing a smile to grow on my face “cut the theatrics” I laugh, lifting my leg up slowly exposing my thigh a little higher than usual. Haechan’s breath hitches as I squirm on the couch, my eyes focused back on Karina as she asks me a question.

Karina notices haechans wondering eyes, from my thighs to my boobs, to my lips, she had a plan. “Y/n! Truth or dare” she smiles that smile I know all too well. I squint my eyes, knowing it going to be trouble “truth” I shrug as she loses her smile “BOOO” she sighs “what’s a kink you have but never told anyone” she winks as I lean back, hitting haechans arm that was spread behind me on the couch “breeding kink probably” I shrug nonchalantly as I feel haechan stiffen from beside me.

“What do you know haechan has that exact same kink” jeno smiles over at both of us and Karina. I look over to haechan who has a smirk on his face, the tension growing as it goes silent for a few seconds. “Ok rina truth or dare” I coo as she smiles at me coyly “dare” she coos.

“I dare you to kiss jeno” I smile “fine” she rolls her eyes and leans to her left, kissing jeno softly but the soft kisses quickly turn into a make-out as she straddles him. They pull back slowly, smiling at each other before jeno looks over to haechan. “Haechan truth or dare” he hums “dare” hyuck smiles.

“I dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with y/n” jeno nods, I chuckle as I look over towards hyuck “fine” he shrugs as he pulls me up and pushes me into the closet nearest to the living room “so what are we going to do” I coo as our bodies are inches away from touching “whatever you want any doll” he hums onto my neck.

“Hyuck” I mewl as his hands run up my body “why didn’t you tell me you had a breeding kink” he coos as I try and hide my moans as his hands trail up my hips “you never asked” I shrug as his eyes stay glued onto mine “fuck me” I pout teasingly, taking hyuck by surprise as I trail my finger down his chest.

“Don’t tease me y/n” he groans as I press myself onto him “or what?” I smile as his eyes grow dark “or else all of our friends will hear me fucking my cum into you sweetheart” he purrs into my ear as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I whine at the feeling of his fingers trailing up my legs “do it then” I coo.

Haechans hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me onto the small desk as he throws the stack of towels onto the ground. Our lips ravage each others as he kisses my neck harshly “please” I whine as his jeans rub against me “mmh?” He smiles.

“Hurry” I whine as he nuzzles into my neck, playing with the hem of my panties as he pulls them off slowly “I’ll take my time” he coos, tucking my panties into his pocket and pressing my pussy onto his pants, rocking slowly as I tug at his waist band “not yet” he smiles onto my lips as he trials 2 fingers between my legs.

He rubs slow circles onto my clit as my back arches at the warmth of fingers “god you’re already soaked” he hisses as he dips one finger into me, rubbing my wetness all over my folds with 3 of his fingers. His fingers go back to my clit, rubbing larger circles as my legs wrap around his waist. 

His pace quickens as I fall onto his chest, breathing heavily as my cum drips down his fingers “please please” I pant out, digging my nails into his arms as he scatters sloppy kisses onto my jaw and cheeks.

“O- oh sh-“ I breath out onto his chest as my eyes squeeze shut, his warmth making me shiver as I hear him softly groaning from the scene playing out “let it out doll, let it out” he coos. I feel his hand snake to the nape of my neck, tugging my head back and latching onto my neck.

A shock of pleasure going through my body as my legs squeeze onto his waist, my moans being muffled as I fall onto his chest, moaning onto him as I shake “god you look so pretty” he smiles as he pulls his fingers back, taking in my droopy eyes and mouth hanging open as I pull back from his chest.

“I’m not finished with you yet” he hums as he drops his cargo pants and boxers “let them hear how good I make you feel, don’t be shy” he whispers onto my cheek as his nails dig into my jaw. I nod eagerly, not taking in his words as I come down from my orgasm.

He pulls me forward, angling me slightly up as he slowly pushes into me. Loud moans escape both of us as he pulls back slowly, slamming back into me roughly as he fucks me onto the table. My hands fly to my mouth as his pace quickens, his cock filling me to the brim as the table creeks with each thrust.

Incoherent words spill from hyuck as his nails dig into my hips “I said I wanted them to fuckin hear you” he hisses as he sees my hands on my mouth. He grips my wrists and pins them onto my stomach, fucking me harder for my disobedience.

“H- hyu- hae-“ I mutter out as I feel my wetness on his hips with each of his thrusts “gonna fill you full of my cum doll, I’ll keep these pretty panties in my pocket so you can feel me dripping out of you as we sit with our friends. Do you like the sound of that?” Hyuck coos as he grips my face to his.

My cries get louder from his words “yes yes yes” I pant out as his strokes hit deeper than before “want me to fuck a baby into you yea? You want everyone to know your best friend did this?” He hums as my hands scratch at his shirt.

“f- fuckk” I cry out as I squeeze around him. “Been wanting to fuck you full of my cum for so long. You feel so fucking good”, his words make me go dizzy as I shake from the feeling of him fucking me like he’s been dreaming of this “good girl” he coos as silent cries and pants spill from my mouth. His thrusts get sloppier as he feels me squeezing around him “fuck you’re just begging for me to fill you up huh?” he hisses.

“Sh- shit” he groans as he thrusts into me once more, staying still for a few seconds as he fills me with his cum. “All mine” he pants as he kisses me softly. My mind still hazy from the fucking, mascara running down my cheeks as he chuckles at the fucked out image of me in front of him.

“You good sweetheart?” he softly asks as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear “mmh” I nod weakly as he pulls out slowly. A whine escaping me from the emptiness as he pulls out slowly, my eyes going down to his cock that was coated in our cum.

I smile, jumping off the table and getting on my knees as I suck him clean. His body shakes softly from the feeling of my mouth around him after an orgasm “just cleaning up” I smile as I pull back. He hisses with a smirk, his jawline more noticeable as he clenches his jaw and moves his face to the left.

God, he looked so pretty from my view “get up before you give me another boner and I fuck that pretty mouth” he scoffs as he lifts me up “maybe I should get back down” I teasingly smile “I think we’ve gone over the 7 minute timer” he chuckles as he cleans both of us up “oh my fucken god I forgot they are all outside”



[rebel-moons]

oh!!! I remember when u did these a bit ago!! Anyways. For the song ask. You know. Jjpope + 34 <3

oof this is late! sorry, got too drunk at a holiday party yesterday and had to work today. sorry for the wait, have some ridiculous boys💖💖💖

beg for you charli xcx featuring rina sawayama

There is a boy in Pope’s bed.

And this boy is kissing Pope, all sweetly devastating, keeping him close with a hand wrapped around his neck. “I’m supposed to be packing,” Pope murmurs between the slow, easy slide of their lips. He makes no move to detangle himself from the grip.

There is a boy in Pope’s bed, and it’s new and terrifying and wonderful, and Pope wants to indulge, stay wrapped in this moment and let time pass them by. Because tomorrow means leaving this perfect bubble, leaving his bed and his boy behind.

JJ hums into a grin, lips moving against Pope’s as he snarks, “you sure are packing something,” and Pope manages to jerks away just as JJ’s knee comes up between his legs.

JJ cackles, like that’s the reaction he was hoping for. Pope ducks his head, hiding his smile.

“You’re the worst,” he tells JJ, too fond for his own good.

“Yeah, probably,” JJ agrees easily. He flips his vape over his knuckles, a neat little trick that highlights his thin, deft fingers. Pope’s eyes get caught there for a moment, the uneven nailbeds and rough, callused skin from years of salt-water work without gloves, because JJ loses every pair. Luckily, JJ misses his obvious staring, too busy sneaking a hit off the vape before Pope can scold him. “You’re still gonna miss me, though, right?”

The words poke at some tender spot in Pope’s chest. Sometimes, Pope considers there may be something wrong with him; this unending hunger, the unquenchable want that fills him up can’t be normal. He’s cursed to never be satisfied with what he’s got, to always, selfishly, want more than his lot.

Even this, with JJ, as good as it is, is not enough to quell that greed. Pope’s adrift, knocked clean off his board and spinning under the waves, untethered from any solid thing that makes sense. It’s not even about whether he’ll miss JJ - he will, of course he will, terribly and constantly - but more, it is that he doesn’t know how to exist without JJ.

Instead of fumbling through the attempt at explaining his disorganized thoughts, Pope presses back into JJ’s space, arms going around him.

“Oh, hey,” JJ says, soft, his own arms wrapping Pope close. JJ’s nose nudges Pope’s hairline as he awkwardly cranes his neck to keep Pope in his eyeline.

JJ kind of stinks, unwashed boy and weed and the vaguely cola scent of stale deodorant. And this position is more than a little uncomfortable, JJ squished between the wall and the bed, Pope all but sprawled out over his chest. Plus, Pope really does have to pack.

Instead, he hides his face in JJ’s sweaty neck, clinging. JJ laughs, a small huff that jostles Pope, but he also pulls Pope tighter against him, settling them more fully into the embrace.

Pope will get up in a few minutes. For now, he’s going to enjoy having exactly what he wants.

send me a ship and a number (1-100) and I’ll write something based on the corresponding song from replay playlist

[bts-reveries]

mini me | 28

+ photos! <3

“Hello,” you say when you open the sliding door to finally let Taehyung in.

“You’re mean,” he pouts, walking through the door and wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders.

“K-Kim Taehyung! My legs!” You yell in panic when he leans all his weight on you, causing you to stumble, falling on your butt and dragging him down with you.

“Ah!” You yell.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” he says, getting up quickly to help you up. You couldn’t help but laugh as you grab his hands.

“It’s okay, you should’ve warned me,” you laugh.

“Are you okay auntie,” Sian asks as he watched the whole thing.

“Yes Sianie, I’m fine,” you tell him. He then walks over to Taehyung, slapping him on the arm.

“Stop being mean to her,” he says as he walked out of the sliding door. A juice box in his hand.

“Wow you turned one of my nephews against me,” Taehyung tells you with a straight face. You laugh, shrugging.

“Sorry babe,” you say, tippy toeing to place a kiss on his cheek. You quickly slipped past him afterwards to join everyone outside.

“I literally just came back from there!” Taehyung calls out as he watches you leave. He groans, walking out into the yard once again.

-

“Sian, where are you going?” You ask as you watch the little boy run off. He points by the lake and you see Jungkook and Rina skipping rocks together.

“Okay, be careful though buddy,” you tell him, making sure he got to where his parents were at safely.

“Yoongi and Seokjin hyung are making dinner, the Park family are taking a walk over there,” Taehyung tells you as he walked over to where you stood, pointing far into the field. “Namjoon hyung, Byul, and Moonji are reading over there,” he points to a picnic table by the water. “Hoseok is with Huimang somewhere, I don’t really know where though.” You nod, you didn’t tell him that you were looking for anyone, but you were wondering about it. The rest of the group which were Mae and her kids, Sohyun and Hana, Sarang, and your son, were running around in the field in front of you.

“Uncle Tae!” Soojin and Hana call, running towards Taehyung.

“Auntie Yn!” Minseok calls, Haneul was running by his side, holding to his older brother’s hand.

“Mommy you came out!” Youngjae yells, laughing as the three little boys run towards you, knocking you over. Taehyung bursts out laughing as he picks up the two girls, carrying one on each side.

“Be careful you two, Auntie Yn’s legs are made out of jelly right now,” Taehyung tells them.

“Yummy!” Haneul says, licking his lips.

-

“Sian!” Rina calls as the three of them are looking for rocks to skip over the lake.

“I found a heart!” He yells as he runs through the rocks.

“Be careful!” Rina says as she walks towards him, afraid he’ll fall and hurt himself over the rocks.

“Look!” Sian says, handing her a rock. Rina laughs as he gives her the “heart” he found.

“Hey babe!” Rina calls out to Jungkook. He was busy skipping rocks to notice the two.

“Sianie found your heart,” she laughs out. Jungkook turns around confused.

“Huh?” He says, walking over to them both.

“I found a heart rock,” Sian said proudly.

“Let me see,” Jungkook says, looking over the rock Rina was taking a photo of.

“We should give daddy his heart back,” she says, handing it to Jungkook.

“Are you saying my heart’s made out of stone,” Jungkook says, taking the rock from her.

Rina giggles. “Duh.”

Jungkook drops the rock and wraps his arms around Rina, starting to tickle her.

“You’re saying I don’t have feelings,” he questions, “huh?” Rina burst out laughing, trying to pry his hands away from her body.

“Go away!” She laughs. Jungkook and her were just laughing at one another, clearly having some fun.

“Obviously,” Sian says, annoyed. “You lost my rock!” He complains, squatting on the floor, trying to find where his dad dropped the rock he found him.

-

“Waah, look Gyu,” Jimin points out, squatting down when he saw a little lizard.

“No no no,” Gyu says, backing up and hugging Yuna’s legs.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just a little friend,” Yuna reassures him, trying to get Mingyu closer to his dad.

“No no,” he mumbles. No has been his favorite word recently.

“Okay you want to go walk more?” Yuna asks. Little Mingyu nods, already running off.

“He’s really growing up so fast isn’t he,” Jimin says, getting up and walking towards Yuna, intertwining his hands with hers.

She pouts at what Jimin says. “Yeah…. But we should save that for later and catch up to him because he is getting too far,” she rushes, running after her son while pulling Jimin along with him.

“YAH PARK MINGYU!”

-

“What does this say,” Moonji asks, pointing to her book and showing her dad. Namjoon looks over her book.

“Moon,” he tells her. Moonji’s eyes light up and her jaw drops.

“That’s my name!”

“Almost,” Namjoon tells her, smiling down at his daughter as he looked down at her book with pure joy.

“I’m in the book, look!” She tells Byul.

“You are! Isn’t that so cool?” she says. Moonji nods, scooting closer to Byul and showing her her book.

“Can you read it for me please,” she asks sweetly.

“Aww, of course baby,” Byul says, putting a bookmark in her book and setting in aside. “Come sit on my lap,” she says, picking up Moonji and setting her on her lap.

“Start from the beginning!” Moonji says excitedly, kicking her little feet, making Byul laugh.

“Okay okay,” she says. Namjoon looks over his book at them and he couldn’t help but smile at this wholesome moment.

“We have to read quietly though so daddy can focus on his book okay?”

“No it’s fine, I want to hear too,” Namjoon says, putting a bookmark in and closing his book as well, setting that aside.

“Okay, so let’s begin…”

-

“Daddy look!” Huimang pointed, running after a little squirrel. A worried expression was written over Hoseok’s face.

“Aigoo-- Hope-ah, don’t follow it, it might attack you,” he says, afraid to go near her.

“No, squirrels are nice!” She says, squatting down and looking at the small creature.

“No, no they’re not, let’s go,” he says, holding out his hand for his daughter to grab.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says as she turns around, looking angry. “If you got attacked we’d both be sad and then I’d be scared of what your mom will do to me if she finds out I let you get eaten by a squirrel.”

“I’m too big to be eaten,” she mumbles, kicking at the ground as she holds onto her dad’s hand. Both of them were walking back to where everyone else was at.

“No you’re not,” he says. “You’re still by little Hopie,” he says in a high voice, smiling down at his daughter.

“I’m not,” she says, looking up at him.

“You’re like 7, you really wanna mess with me?”

“And you’re afraid of squirrels.”

“Aish— y-yah!”

-

“How are you two doing?” Sohyun asks, walking into the kitchen where Seokjin and Yoongi were preparing the food. Yoongi turns around with tears running down his face. He was cutting up some onions.

“AHAHA, WAIT DON’T MOVE,” Sohyun yells, taking out her phone.

“Is everyone back?” Seokjin asks, turning to look at her.

“Mae and Sarang are inside with the kids. Taehyung, Yn, and Youngjae went somewhere. Jimin, Yuna, and Gyu just got back from their walk so they’re inside the house. Namjoon, Byul, and Moonji are still reading, Hoseok and Huimang are nowhere to be found. Jungkook, Rina, and Sian are by the lake.”

“So they’re… not back?” Jin asks.

“In ways, yes~”

“Well we’re not done cooking yet so it’s okay,” Yoongi says, putting the knife he was using in the sink and walking to the bathroom to wash his face.

“Do you two need any help though?” Sohyun asks. Jin looks around.

“Yeah, can you cut up some of those vegetables that Yoongi washed?”

“I was hoping you were gonna say no… but okay~”

-

“How do you do it?” Sarang asks Mae, her hands on her hips.

“Do what?” She laughs.

“Having three kids, taking care of them most of the time by yourself?”

“Ah~ yeah… I don’t know,” she laughs. “Minseok’s pretty much the easy kid. He helps me out with his siblings. Soojin can be a little sassy and have an attitude, but she’s fairly easy to work with. Haneul.. Haneul’s the little devil child. Ironically. He’s starting to be a handful, but overall, he’s really sweet so I guess where I’m going from here is that it feels less like work when you love what you’re doing. And they’re my whole heart so,” Mae shrugs.

“Why?” She then asks Sarang. It was her turn to shrug.

“I want to have more kids in the future of course. But it’s been so long since I had Hope. I don’t know if I can do it again,” she confesses.

“You were able to do it by yourself then, it’ll be a piece of cake now with all of us with you,” Mae tells her. “Especially with Hobi and Huimang by your side.”

“That’s true…”

“Aunsie Salang,” Haneul calls, walking over to Sarang. “Up up!” He says, reaching his arms up for him to get carried.

“He can sense that you want another one,” Mae whispers to her.

“They can do that…?”

-

“Where are we going now?” You ask as Taehyung leads you to the boat house.

“Since your legs hurt, we can’t really do much that involves the outdoors and sitting,” he says, grabbing a few life jackets. “I figured we should go on a little canoe ride. It’ll be fun. Put this on,” he tells you, handing you a life jacket while he puts one on your son.

“Are you okay with going in a canoe in the water?” Taehyung asks Youngjae.

“Yeah I love it! I don’t know if mommy would though…” he answers. Taehyung looks over at you and tilts his head.

“Are you afraid of the water?” He asks. You were hesitating in putting the life jacket on, but you did so, ever so slowly.

“It’s not my favorite.”

“She gets scared of not knowing what’s underneath,” Youngjae says, totally exposing you. “She’ll probably cry,” he says nonchalantly.

“No one asked you Youngjae.”

“I’ll be there with both of you, so don’t worry. It’ll be fun,” Taehyung says, walking over to you and strapping the jacket on for you.

“If anything happens, you can yell at me~”

-

The three of you sat in the canoe, you refused to go sit by yourself but Youngjae didn’t want to sit with you either. Instead, he sat in one end of the canoe while you sat in between Taehyung’s legs. You were as frozen as a board when Taehyung began rowing to the middle of the lake.

“I like it~” Youngjae says, admiring the view.

“It’s nice huh?” Taehyung says, agreeing. For you though, you were too focused on not moving so that the canoe wouldn’t tip. It didn’t register in your mind that the weight in the canoe wasn’t balanced well since Youngjae was obviously lighter than both you and Taehyung so having him sit by himself was not a good idea.

“Babe,” Taehyung laughs, “you can… breathe.. you know? Your breathing is not going to make us off balanced.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he said this.

“Okay,” you say. You tried to breathe evenly, trying to calm yourself down. Taehyung tried to help by wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly.

“We’ll be okay, don’t worry,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek. Feeling a lot comfortable, you lean into him and your body just melts into his chest. “Feeling relaxed now?” He asks. You nod your head.

“Yay!” Youngjae yells out, clapping his hands. At this time, Taehyung’s phone started ringing, catching you three off guard and making all three of you jump slightly. The canoe started rocking and you froze again.

“Youngjae-ah can you hand me my phone please?” Taehyung asks calmly, you were holding onto his arm very tightly at this point.

“Here you go,” Youngjae says, handing him the still ringing phone.

“Oh I don’t know who this is,” Taehyung says, looking at the number. He answers it anyways.

“Hello?”

You lean into his chest, trying to listen to who was calling. “Who is it?” You whisper.

“Really?” He says, surprised.

“What’s they say?!” Youngjae says from across you two.

“Yes. Yes thank you so much. I will. Okay. I’ll see you then. Thank you,” he says, ending the call and putting his phone down.

“Who was it?” You asked. Taehyung wraps one arm around you, throwing the other arm into the air.

“I MADE IT IN!” He yells.

“You made it?!” Youngjae says excitedly. He had a huge smile on his face that quickly dropped. “Wait you made it in what?” Youngjae asked confused. You turn your head around when you realize what he was talking about.

“Wait, the exhibition?!” You say, your eyes widening. Taehyung was looking down at you, smiling.

“Yeah I made it in,” he says.

“OH MY GOSH YOU MADE IT IN?!” You say, finally joining in with his excitement. Your fear of being in this canoe in the middle of the lake was no longer in your mind. Your upper body was turned towards Taehyung and you lifted your hands up to hold his face.

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him, leaning in to give him a little kiss.

“Me too! Me too!” Youngjae yells, jumping up from his seat in excitement. The sudden move made the canoe rock from side to side, your chest quickly tightening.

“CHOI YOUNGJAE!” You yell in fear that the canoe would knock over. Youngjae quickly sits back down in an attempt to stop it from rocking. As it stopped swaying, Taehyung grabbed the paddles and started rowing back towards the boat house.

“We can celebrate on shore where we won’t fall onto the water from excitement,” Taehyung says, trying to bite back a laugh. You were still holding onto him pretty tightly.

When the three of you got back on the boat house, life jackets off, Youngjae yelled with joy running to Taehyung to congratulate him.

“YAY WE KNEW YOU COULD MAKE IT!” He tells him. Taehyung leans down to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m proud of you~” Youngjae says, rubbing his nose against Taehyung’s.

“I am too, let me join in there,” you say to your two boys, attempting to squeeze in.

Taehyung lifts his arm up for you to come in to.

“We can’t wait to see your exhibition honey,” you tell him, tippy toeing to give him another kiss.

“Yah!” You two’s eyes open in the middle of the kiss, looking to the side for who just yelled at you three.

“Uncle Yoongi!” Youngjae pointed.

“We’ve been waiting for you three. Come on, let’s go eat,” he says, motioning for you two to come along as he waddled away~

-

After your early dinner, you and Taehyung decided to go off on your own little date. Youngjae was back in the house with the kids and their parents, so you and Taehyung were all... alone.

“Here again?” You say, standing on the boat house with a life jacket on while Taehyung hopped into the canoe. 

“It’ll be nice and relaxing with just the two of us, we’ll be balanced,” he says, reaching for your hand and helping you into the canoe.

You whine as it started rocking when you stepped in. 

“Babe, you’ll be okay,” Taehyung says, laughing at your reaction. “And if you happen to fall in, you’re wearing a life jacket!” He tugs onto the jacket, making sure it’s on well. 

“Let’s hope I don’t fall in,” you say, gently sitting down on the other side of the canoe. Taehyung smiles as he’s rowing to the center off the lake. 

-

“So I know we haven’t been officially together for a while,” he says, putting the paddles back into the canoe when you two reached the center. “But I really do enjoy all the times we spend together, both with Youngjae and times like this where it’s just us.” You nod along to what he was saying, you really did enjoy it as well. It wasn’t the same as when you were dating Youngdo when you were younger. It was much much different now. In the best way possible.

“I know things didn’t go well in your previous relationship because of how fast everything seemed to happen, with Youngjae coming along and the two of you having to get married when you two were still pretty young...” He says. You didn’t know where he was going with this. “I know we’re going a little fast too, but I just wanted to let you know that even though we are, somewhat, a little family right now, we can take things slow, while going fast all at the same time,” he says, tilting his head and looking up. 

“Does that make any sense?” He says, looking back at you. You laugh, shaking your head. 

“Somewhat,” you tell him. “Youngjae has been wanting to call you dad or daddy, but he’s been to shy to do so. Then I was wondering if that was going too fast considering we just started dating.”

“I wouldn’t mind. Like I said before, I’ve been wanting this for so long, I wouldn’t mind going a little fast. But what I’m trying to say about going both fast and slow at the same time is us being a little family. You know, going on trips together, taking Youngjae to school in the morning, picking him up in the afternoon. Taking him on doctors appointments, celebrating his birthday together, you know, the usual things. Of course his other dad will do this with him too, but I want to do it on the times where I can. And by going slow, we’re obviously not going to have a kid anytime soon, or get married… maybe next year,” he laughs. 

“Maybe after everyone else that’s not married yet, gets married,” you laugh. “But yes, I completely understand and I really do want you to be there with me and Youngjae through everything. We didn’t get that half his life, and although we’re both okay with not being with someone… it feels… nice having someone to love us both and do the things we love together. And I’m glad it’s with you.” 

Taehyung then gets up, balancing on the canoe, your eyes widen as it starts to rock back and forth again.

“Kim Taehyung we were having such a nice moment, what the heck are you doing?” 

“Trying to get closer to you,” he says, your grab onto the canoe tightens as he gets closer. 

When he sits down in front of you, he holds onto your hands and sigh, looking into your eyes.

“I’m so glad I waited this long,” he says. 

“And I’m glad I get a second shot at love.”

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[nightshade-minho]

Nightmare (3)

Warnings: awkward situations, a lot of feelings, suggestiveness.

Part 1 | Part 2

“Alright, So we need to figure stuff out. There has to be rules, right...? I’m not completely sure, but in nearly all the movies where they do this kind of thing, they always make like, a list of ground rules.”

You tried not to think about how in most of those movies, the two end up together as well. So...you weren’t sure just how helpful a list of ground rules would be.

“You’re going to base whether or not you go to prison because you watched To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before once?”

Minho rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah. I hated that movie, though.”

You groaned out loud. “Okay, Minho. So what exactly do you propose?”

“Do you think I should get a paper and a pen, or something?”

You contemplated slamming your head on the coffee table.

“I’m sure we can remember.”

Minho put a finger on his chin. “Okay...so first of all we have to make this believable, right? We have to adjust our lives a little bit, start doing more coupley things, even if we’re alone.”

You looked at him, frowning. “Why?”

“It has to look natural in public.”

You nodded. The more Minho spoke, the more your brain was cursing you for agreeing. There were so many alternative solutions to his problem...although you couldn’t think of any at the moment.

“A lot of people already know we’re best friends, so just walking together isn’t enough. We really have to take this to the next level...”

“No kissing.”

Minho trailed off, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“I said, no kisses. On the lips, anyway. Cheeks, hands, foreheads are all fine. I....I just think it would blur too many boundaries if we did kiss.”

Minho nodded slowly. “I supposed that does make sense.”

He cleared his throat and resumed. “The culmination of all of this is at Rina’s party this Saturday. We have to be the perfect couple, okay?”

You scoffed. “Don’t you think it would be a little too difficult for you to attend a party and not suck the face off of every hot girl present?”

Minho smiled humorlessly. “Anyways, two days later, we’ll break up. It should be a public affair, and Rina should be there.”

You rested your head back against the sofa, rubbing your eyes with your palms. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this for you.”

Minho let out an indignant chuckle. “Need I remind you that this is all your fault? I passed up the opportunity to have sex with one of the hottest girls I’ve seen in my life to come over here and spend time with your sorry ass.”

That hurt. You raised your face, looking at him. There was regret written in his eyes, but you didn’t care. You could feel tears rising, and you hated it. You couldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t.

“Lee Minho, you’re a fucking asshole. Seriously, being my best friend isn’t compulsory. If it’s that tiring and exhausting for you, then by all means, don’t spend time with me...fuck as many girls as you want. It’s all you’ve being doing lately anyway.”

You turned around to leave but was stopped by Minho’s hand, that had shot out to grab your wrist.

He pulled you down, and you landed half on top of him, an angry blush spreading across your features as you realized how close your face was to him in this moment. He was staring deep into your eyes, his hand still on your wrist.

“Y/n...you are my best friend. And I love spending time with you. Also...” he trailed off, looking like he wanted to say more.

“...sorry.”

You sighed. You couldn’t stay angry with him for long. So you nodded.

It took a second for you to realize that you were still in that position with him. You moved off of him, and he straightened up.

“Hey, we’re both free right now. How about we move Movie Night to tonight?”

You giggled. “I’ll get the popcorn...and some blankets.”

You tried to stand up, but he placed an arm in front of you, stopping you from getting up completely.

“I’ll do it. I’m making up for my little faux-pas yesterday. Besides, I’m your ‘boyfriend’ now.”

He winked before leaving the room, and you sank back into the sofa, your heart doing little jumps in your chest.

•••

When he came back, he set the popcorn on the table before settling next to you, pulling the blankets over the two of you as the movie started playing.

You were trying your best to focus on the movie, but Minho had his arm around your waist and had pulled you into his side. Minho often put his arm around you, but this was different. It was clear that he was trying to be romantic, drawing little circles on your waist that was driving you crazy.

“You comfortable?” He whispered against your ear. You nodded.

“I was thinking, tomorrow morning we should walk to campus together. I know your classes are earlier than mine, but we should make an effort to be seen as a couple.”

It was an awful reminder that all this was fake. You shrugged Minho’s arm off and put a little distance between you. Minho turned around, puzzled. “What’re you doing?”

“I just thought I’d be more comfortable like this.”

“You’re ridiculous. What’s the point in being shy? It’s like this huge prank that we’re pulling on the entire campus. Last time I checked, you love deception and lies.”

Minho leaned forward, his hands going to your waist and tickling you like he used to when you were kids, causing you to laugh uncontrollably. He guffawed as he crawled on top of you, tickling you so hard that it hurt. You kicked your legs hard, hitting his arm with your fist. Minho finally stopped, panting as he stared down at you.

It felt like time had stopped. There he was, hovering over you, his face inches away from yours, again. How did the two of you keep ending up in these compromising positions?

Minho’s lips were so close to yours that if you moved up just a centimeter, they’d be touching. In horror, you realized that he was leaning slightly closer.

You pushed him away, sliding out from underneath him and sitting up, blowing hair out of your face. Breathing hard, you turned around to look at him. He had an indescribable expression on his face.

Minho slowly stood up. “Y/n, I’m feeling a little tired. I’m going to go to bed...enjoy the rest of the movie.” He left.

•••

Minho didn’t know what had gotten into him. It’s just...there you were right under him, lips so close to his. His brain had automatically moved him closer.

The ‘No Kissing’ rule was making more and more sense by the minute. It was true. There were too many boundaries that were being crossed.

Minho decided that from then on, the couple-y stuff should only be done in public. He had to remind himself that he’d slept with girls who were more conventionally attractive and sexually experienced than you.

Why then, were you driving him mad all of a sudden?

•••

In the morning, Minho came to the living room only to see you asleep on the sofa.

“Y/n? Get up! We’ve got to go to class.”

You groaned, getting up slowly. “My classes are like, two hours away.”

“I know, but remember? We have to walk together.”

You grimaced as you recalled the stupid arrangement. Getting up, you went to your room and slammed it, finding some clothes to pull on.

When you came back outside, Minho was tapping his fingers on the breakfast bar in a pattern, glancing at his watch from time to time. He looked up, and hurriedly grabbed your hand, half-walking and half-running out the door, with you in tow.

“Minho, slow down!” You felt your heart in your throat, due to Minho’s fingers being so tightly intertwined with yours.

“Can’t! We have to get there at the same time Rina does.”

A while later, Minho slowed his pace, his hand still firmly clasping yours. He looked around. There were a lot of people he recognized, some of them girls that he’d fucked before...the girl from his psych class over at the fountain was eyeing the two of you intensely. So was a lot of people.

Turns out, Lee Minho having a girlfriend invited a lot of questions, especially when some of them knew you to be his best friend. A few people, mostly Minho’s acquaintances, came over and made inquiries. Minho introduced you as his girlfriend each time, prompting a lot of ‘congratulations!’ and ‘finally!’s.

“Minho!?”

You turned around at the sound. There was a raven-haired girl running over to the both of you. She was wearing a very low-cut top and stilettos, and looked very intimidating. You quickly realized she was Mera, a girl that Minho had been fuckbuddies with for a while.

She crossed her arms. “You? And y/n? Dating?”

Minho nodded. “Mmhmm.”

“I thought you said you weren’t the ‘relationship kinda guy’.”

“I-“ Minho looked at you, and then squeezed your hand, pulling you closer.

“I realized I’m in love with her recently.”

You almost let out a gasp at that. Mera was dumbfounded...and frankly, so were you.

You inhaled. “I’m...in love with him, too.” You wish what you said had been a lie, like Minho’s statement.

But it was true, and the acknowledgement of that fact made you nauseous.

Mera stuck a finger in her mouth, imitating a gagging sound. As she walked past, she let her hand drag across his arm. “If you ever come to your senses and break up with her, I’ll be waiting, okay?” She blew a kiss and sauntered away.

You sighed. “This is more draining than I thought.”

Minho ignored you, looking around. “Rina’s not here...”

“Well at least a decent amount of people saw. And Mera’s one of the biggest gossips on campus. She’s bound to come to know. I mean, you’re pretty well known for your fuckboy-ness...this is big news.”

Minho cocked his head to the side. “I suppose that’s true.”

When the two of you reached a quiet hallway, Minho dropped your hand so quickly that you felt your heart ache.

“We’ll wake up a little earlier tomorrow, okay? Maybe we can run into her then.”

•••

That night, you lay on your side. You tried telling yourself that maybe, this was a way to sort your feelings out once and for all. Maybe the reason you fell in love with Minho was because he was your best friend, and that meant there would always be ‘what if’s. Now that you get a taste of what it would be like, perhaps you’d finally be able to go about your life as normal.

Suddenly you heard your door open. You sat up a little, your sleepy eyes adjusting to the light streaming in from the hall. Minho was standing in the doorway in basketball shorts and a loose shirt, holding Gyu.

“You left this little guy in my room.”

Ah. So that’s why you couldn’t sleep. Minho walked closer, handing it to you. “Mind if I join?”

When you stayed silent, he got in beside you anyway. You turned on your side, and for a while, he stayed where he was. Then he put an arm around your waist, dragging you closer until your back hit his chest.

A few minutes later, you heard soft snoring sounds. Your heart clenched, because you knew this was just ‘practice’ because he wanted to make it ‘believable’.

It hurt, the fleetingness of this moment.

You fell asleep with tears on your pillow.

[fritae]

The Missing Piece - Ch. 13

Anticipation.

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x f. oc, lov

status: ongoing

read on ao3 here.

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I let out a deep breath as I walk into my apartment, fanning my cheeks to calm myself.

This, I think with a smile, was a crazy day.

"Rina, is that you?" I hear Aliyah call from her bedroom.

I immediately straighten my face, hoping my cheeks still weren't flushed.

"Al, you're still up?" I put my hair in a scrunchie as I walk into her room. She's sitting on her laptop, reading glasses perched atop her nose. "Yeah, you weren't home when I came. Got worried. You usually get here first."

I rub my neck and lean against her door. "Yeah sorry, I got caught up with work tonight."

She folds her laptop and puts it away. "That's weird. I thought that Dabi guy was chill. It's like 3 am. You getting overtime?"

"Oh Dabi wasn't in today. Me and the others were trying to ensure everything was running smoothly when he comes in," I lie, so I don't have to spend time talking about him. Knowing how much Dabi hates outsiders knowing anything about him, even hearing his name outside of the Blaze somehow makes me feel uncomfortable.

Like I might say something I shouldn't.

Especially after tonight, discovering the things I have.

And what happened in his car just now...

Better to avoid talking about him at all.

Al watches me and shrugs. "Be careful. You're the type to overwork yourself. And that stress will affect your performance. Don't want to make the same mistakes you made at NNTV."

I grimace at the sound of "mistakes." I'm not sure if I'm imagining it, but there's something different in Al's voice.

Al's never criticized me before.

Not seriously, at least.

But her voice sounded almost...bitter.

I shake the thought out of my head. It wasn't a mistake. I was working hard and did what I thought was best for the company.

Even when I advised Mr. Lane to cut ties with the Todorokis. Sure, I was foolish to think he would listen to me.

But that wasn't a mistake.

Him not listening was the mistake.

And it'll bite him in the back one day.

"Right," I force a chuckle out. "How about you? Whatcha doing up so late?"

"Working on the programs for this week," Al sighs. "We're loaded. And Mr. Lane's on everyone's back these days. He's watching us personally.

"Oh?" I come in and sit at the edge of her bed. "Why's that?"

"We went down even further in the ratings. Mr. Lane wants something big. Something the whole country will be talking about."

"The Todoroki special?"

My heart is pounding so fast I fear she can hear it.

Aliyah looks up at me. "How do you know about that?"

"Mr. Lane discussed it with me before I left."

Al nods.

Does that mean they'll be broadcasting it this week?!

Al goes on. "And we're trying something new with The Midnight Show, we're bringing in Shoto Todoroki after the premiere."

My ears perk up immediately. Dabi needs to know this!

"That's good," I do my best to sound nonchalant. "That'll help your ratings a lot."

"I know." Al grins. "I just hope it goes well. Since you left, Mr. Lane's had us backing everything up directly to his computer to ensure everything runs smoothly. Has me going crazy."

An idea pops into my head immediately. Seeing the change in my expression, Aliyah tilts her head quizzically. "Rina?"

I nod. "Right, right." I tell her with a smile. "Hopefully he lays off your back after that. Only a week and the doc will be done with, right?"

Al nods. "Word about the case is spreading. This is the perfect time for us to release it. It'll help loads with the Todoroki's public image."

Hearing Al speak about their public image like this, like  it was worth salvaging, like it was right to protect them from answering for their deeds made me sick.

But I merely nod, my mind already thinking up what I had to do next.

I tap my hand against her covers and smile. "Well, rest up Al. You have a long week ahead of you."

"You too," She sighs, leaning back into the sheets. I turn off the lights and close the door behind me.

My phone lights up with a new notification as I head into my room.

1 message from Mr. Dabi -----------------------------------------

Dabi?

He usually doesn't text me this late unless he has urgent instructions for work. I shut the door behind me and climb into bed before opening it.

Dabi: Is this going to be a habit from now on?

Hm.

Me: What is?

I send back.

My phone dings a moment later.

Dabi: You know

Dabi: The hugs

Dabi: The kisses

I blush at that.

Me: Hey

Me: It was just one kiss on the cheek let's calm down

Dabi: I thought you wanted just one hug the other day too and now look at you

Dabi: Can't keep your hands to yourself

I roll my eyes but there's a huge grin on my face.

Me: If it bothers you, I won't do it again, sir.

I giggle when he types back immediately.

Dabi: Who said it bothers me?

Me: Then why ask?

Dabi: At least give a guy a heads up next time

Dabi: Especially if you're gonna run back into your house right after

I bite my lip, typing and erasing - wondering if I should send this next text.

Eventually, I click send.

Me: What else was there to do?

He makes me wait a little longer before replying this time. My heart beats in anticipation. I close my phone, but keep my eye on the screen - waiting for it to light up again.

But he leaves me for a few minutes, until I think he won't reply. Maybe he got busy. Maybe he has nothing else to say. I sigh and put my phone down.

Until another ding has me pulling it back immediately.

But I feel disappointment when I read his reply.

Dabi: Good night, Rina

I think about whether or not I should say good night back. I shake my head and put my phone down again and get under the covers, my mind flooded with thoughts as I stare at the dark screen that sits on my nightstand.

I don't expect it to light up again a minute later but it does.

I reach for it to see what else he sent.

And his reply makes my heart skip a beat.

Dabi: If you stayed you'd have found out.

[evabellasworld]

Storm of the Republic

Chapter 8

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Clad in a strawberry pink dress, Tori tightened her brown combat boots as she tied her white ribbon above her curly locks. With permission from Riyo, she applied a darker pink blush to her cheeks and glossy lipsticks, highlighting her beauty.

Throughout her entire career as a clone commander, she never got to dress up nicely, and this mission allowed her to feel what it was like wearing civilian clothes. The strawberry dress originally belonged to Riyo, but thanks to her sewing skills, it fit perfectly well for her height.

She twirled in front of her mirror and played with her hair, smiling at her outfit. I am keeping this outfit after this mission.

“Mama, you look pretty,” Frieda praised her, sitting on the dresser. Tori could only smile as she grabbed a hair ribbon and tied her hair into a small ponytail.

“You’re a pretty girl too,” she complimented her, as she dusted off her matching dress. “Do you want a kiss on the cheeks?”

The little girl shook her head. “No, thank you, mama.”

“Alright then,” Tori respected her boundaries, as she put on a white shoe for her child. “Now come on, Uncle Fox, Uncle Dipper, and Aunt Riyo are waiting for us.”

“Yes, mama,” she said, as Tori walked out of Riyo’s quarters and headed towards another ship, where she found the others in the cockpit, with Commander Fox in the pilot’s seat, dressed in a tuxedo.

“Took you long enough,” he scolded her. “We’ve been waiting for you for almost 20 minutes.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tori rolled her eyes, holding her child in her lap. “Well, try dressing up for two. You know it’s difficult being a mother these days, especially when you’re fighting in the frontline.”

“That’s not an excuse. Every minute we waste, Senator Amidala is closer to danger. Now come on, we should leave right now.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Dipper said, his eyes glued to his datapad. “By the way, where’s Riyo? It’s been a while since we’ve waited for her.”

“I’m here,” Riyo walked into the cockpit, dressed in her salmon pink beret and blouse. “Sorry I’m late. I had to deal with my period.”

“No worries, dear,” Fox’s lips curled upwards, passing her a heating pad. “Period can be painful and exhausting for women. I hope you pack your menstrual cup though.”

Tori squinted her eyes at her brother with exasperation. A few minutes ago, she was chastised for being late. But when his partner was late, he showed his concern to her. What a sly fox.

“So, shall we get going?”

“Of course, senator,” the Marshal Commander winked, as the ship took off from the Raxus base, heading into space. Frieda felt her ears pop when she was above ground, but then cooed when she saw the enormous amounts of stars surrounding her.

Even though she had followed Tori into battles many times, the little girl never got bored with the colourful galaxy she saw with her eyes. Everything fascinated her, even when it was the same object. “Mama, stars,” she pointed with her fingers.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tori responded positively, holding her hands. “How many stars can you count right now?”

As the child counted, Fox placed his hands on the gear and was about to jump into hyperspace, but observing Frieda’s curiosity made him delay his actions. He was once like her as well, except he counted raindrops instead of stars.

It was always raining on Kamino, so he never had the same privilege to enjoy the wonders in the sky. But it was fun though. Fox enjoyed watching the raindrops on the window racing against each other, wondering which one would win. Come on, Lenny, you can do it. You can win this race this time.

He wished he could experience something like that again, where everything was simple and less terrifying. “So, how many stars did you count, Frieda?”

“There are 150 stars in the galaxy,” she answered, much to his amazement.

“150 stars? That’s a lot of stars you counted, kiddo.”

“150 is a big number,” Riyo chimed in. “I only reached that amount when I was 8 years old. You’re such a clever girl.”

“What can I say?” Tori shrugged, proud of her daughter’s accomplishments. “Frieda is a smart kid.”

Pulling the gears, their ship jumped into hyperspace, prompting him to turn around and face his crew members. “Alright team, we’re on our way to Coruscant and I’m only going to explain this plan once, so pay close attention.”

Dipper bobbed his head as he put away his datapad, his gaze focused towards his superiors.

“So, when we arrive at Coruscant, we will stand by for inspection by the patrols, along with our chain codes. So make sure we all relax and act naturally, like what normal people do.”

“That’s not so hard for me,” Riyo stated. “I can act as natural as possible.”

“I know you can do it, Riyo, but I’m not sure about those two,” Fox gestured to Tori and Dipper on their outfits. “I mean, you both stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Choerry said that ripped jeans and neon green hair are a trend,” Dipper defended his style choice. “Plus, I look handsome as hell.”

“I like your hair,” Riyo praised him. “I thought you looked like a rockstar.”

“See, she agrees with me. You’re just jealous that you can’t pull off this style.”

Fox shook his head. “We’re going on a stealth mission to help Senator Amidala, and you both look like you’re going to a Moachella instead.”

“That’s the whole point, Foxy,” Tori raised her eyebrows. “We’re dressed like average citizens of Coruscant. But you look overdressed. I mean, who wears a tuxedo on a normal day?”

“First, it’s Fox,” he corrected her. “And second, every secret agent in movies wears a tuxedo, and it makes me look smart too.”

“But you’ll get caught easily,” Dipper gave him a reminder, which irritated him. “I mean, isn’t a tuxedo inconvenient, especially since you’re running and all?”

As much as Fox hates to admit, the ARC Trooper made a good point. But it was too late for him to change clothes, as he’s already in hyperspace. Besides, Riyo was the one who suggested that he wear a tux. She told him it highlights his good looks.

“Whatever, do you remember to bring our chain codes, Dipper?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, as he took out five chain codes from his backpack and passed it around to the others. “These are from General Brinks. She was the one who taught me how to make a fake one.”

“These chain codes looked genuine,” he praised his efforts. “The Empire will easily be fooled. Well done, vod.”

As Tori received two chain codes for her and Frieda, she read the names on the card. Rina and Lara Young, well, that’s a pleasant way to remember Lira and Eva Bella Young. They would have loved to go on a stealth mission as well.

“So what are these for again?” she scratched the side of her head.

Fox turned to her with a scorned look on his face. He couldn’t believe that Tori wasn’t listening. “In case you forgot, the Imperial used these as IDs. Not having one is illegal and could face two years in prison.”

“That’s harsh,” Riyo gasped at what she heard. “But it’s also an efficient way to keep track of their citizens.”

“And outlaws too,” Dipper growled, remembering the plot to one of his favourite novels, where Big Brother was watching everyone’s moves, even if they’re innocent.

“Anyway, so what happens once the Imperials allow us to enter the planet?” Tori asked another question.

“Once we got in, we parked our ship at Level 1312,” Fox continued, explaining his plans. “From there, we’ll have to take a taxi to Senator Amidala’s place.”

“Wait, why can’t we land near her penthouse?” Riyo wondered, seeing that was rather difficult.

“That will make us more suspicious, and that’s the last thing we want.”

“Okay, so what do we do once we make it to the senator?” Dipper raised his hands.

“We’ll help her with the investigation of the Chancellor’s death, and then we get her out of here,” Fox finished his briefing. “Now, do we have questions about this mission?”

Tori, Dipper, and Riyo exchanged a glance of confidence within themselves, determined that their mission will be successful. Things will go just as planned, the Pantoran was sure of herself.

“No questions, Uncle,” Frieda spoke, shaking her head. Her response brightened the cockpit as Fox chuckled and ruffled her hair, when the panels were beeping rapidly, signalling to them they had arrived at Coruscant.

[rosyredlipstick]

conchell farmers market AU

i went to a farmers market last weekend. thank u rina for looking this over!

The wind was cool, the birds were chirping, and Sebastian was yet again attempting to sneak off with the honey boy. 

“It’s legally required that I receive a break, Mitchell. And what I do on my government-mandated fifteen minutes off is frankly none of your business.”

He was just barely resisting the urge to pinch at his nose. “Sebastian, the day that you actually manage to keep your business your business is that day hell freezes over. All I’m asking is that when you lure Basil away, you don’t bring him back here so you guys can try and make out behind the curtains. No one wants that!”

Sebastian busied himself with ignoring Mitchell and looking over their main table of pre-packaged chocolate truffles. He picked one up, looked it over, and set it back down. 

Mitchell rolled his eyes and leaned back into his chair with a sigh. “Also, I’m pretty sure Mother would frown on you trading her chocolate away just so you could flirt with some guy.”

Sebastian was still examining the numerous paper boxes. “She’d more than approve if she saw the honey guy.”

Their apartment pantry was already so, so incredibly full of small glass pots. “Please,” Mitchell said with pain. “Just give him the chocolate for free. We don’t need to keep buying out the farmer’s market.” 

Sebastian snorted, “That’s ironic for you to say.” 

Mitchell cocked his head to the side, “What do you mean?” 

“Our kitchen currently has like, 3 different kinds of melon on the counter. And don’t get me started on the apple situation.” 

“And? We eat a lot of fruit.”

Sebastian gave him a dull look. “Whatever, Mitch,” He picked up a box, gave it a glance, and apparently found it exceptional enough. “Be back in fifteen, dork.”

“At least go talk to Silena!” Mitchell sighed and watched, only half-worried, as Seb wandered across the curved road to stop at the honey stand, where Basil and Sage were set up. Seb always swore it wasn’t even an ounce serious for either of them, but Mitchell kept his eyes on the situation. 

He busied himself with straightening up the boxes and making sure the cooler cases were still cold enough to prevent melting. One customer later (who bought an array of white chocolate mint truffles), and Mitchell’s customer grin thawed out into something a lot more genuine. “Connor!” Mitchell waved at the other man as he approached. “It was getting late, I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.” 

“Hey,” Connor was breathless, probably from his jog over here. “I - I mean, I couldn’t not stop by. My favorite booth here.” 

Behind him, Katie and Grover’s veggie stand had a line wrapped around several booths. Leo, manning a vegan taco booth that said line looped around, was joyfully handing off cartons and cartons of tacos to waiting vegetable customers. 

Connor waved off the huge line without a worry. “Katie said I could take a break. Travis is there anyway.” 

Mitchell smiled up at him. “Got anything good for me?”

“Fresh watermelon!” Connor said quickly. “It’s really sweet! I can get you one? Or two, I mean, however many you want! No worries, I’ll cover the costs  -” 

“I’d love a watermelon,” Mitchell smiled. “Just one, though. And I’d be happy to pay.” 

“Of course,” He breathed out. “Anything for you.” 

Mitchell huffed out a laugh.“How’d your mom like the last batch? I know you were iffy on the cinnamon coconut ones.” 

“Loved them, of course.” Connor sighed dreamily, gazing up at Mitchell. “She always loves what you give her.” 

Mitchell smiled at his folded hands for a moment, then looked back up to him. “That’s always nice to hear. So what can I do for you?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Um, actually I’m not here to get her some chocolate.”

Mitchell gave him a little surprised laugh. “Really? That’s the first time in weeks.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Connor laughed awkwardly, “Yeah. So. I’m here for something else. Um. I want to ask you -” He cut himself off and stared down at Mitchell, who was waiting patiently. Mitchell nodded for him to go on, curious. Connor let out a dejected breath and leaned against the side of the booth. “On second thought, I was wondering if you’d just get me a large variety box.”

Mitchell stood with a small smile. “Of course. Anything special?”

Connor made a gesture of frustration at the air, looking more directed at himself. “Just - anything! Thank you!

Mitchell hummed as he began packaging up a box. “Got a hot date?” 

“Ha,” Connor let out a much-too-loud laugh. He rubbed the back of his head. “Nope! No dates! Because I’m single. Ha. So very single.” 

“God, same,” Mitchell laughed softly. He finished up packaging the chocolates and set it between them, not reaching for the money box just yet. Connor always liked to linger and chat, not that Mitchell minded. 

Connor’s jeans were dusted in dirt and soaked the bottom with mud. It was a good look on him--farmer’s tan and all. Mitchell smiled. “Katie keeping you busy?” 

Connor looked over his shoulder, almost checking the other girl wasn’t there, then back to Mitchell with a look of exhaustion. “She had us up at 5 a.m. because she needed help with some last-minute washing and separating. I’m ready to fall over and it’s hardly passed noon.” 

“You’re tired?” Connor nodded, showing it. Mitchell perked up with a quick “Oh!” and spun around to reach for one of their newer products and pulled one out. “You know that collaboration with Nico we were considering?” He plated the treat with a flourish. “Here’s the first batch! Some fresh coffee chocolates, he’s selling some at his booth too! I think we might try some different combinations next week. He wants to try an espresso one?” He rolled forward on his toes excitedly. “I think it’s going to turn out well!” 

Connor lit up with excitement with him. “That’s great! God, I know how nervous you were about the testing phase.”

Mitchell nodded with a wide grin. For a moment, Connor almost looked starstruck. An idea occurred to him, as Connor stepped forward. 

“Here, try this.” He held the plate out of Connor’s reach. “So you can have the whole experience.” Mitchell gestured for him to lean forward. Connor did so automatically. “Close your eyes,” Mitchell instructed, “and open your mouth.” 

Connor’s gaze snapped to Mitchell’s, wide-eyed. 

“It’s the experience!” Mitchell grinned. “C’mon, try it.” 

Connor licked his lips but slowly nodded, looking breathless. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, his elbows on the stall. 

Mitchell spooned a chocolate into Connor’s waiting mouth. He took it and chewed slowly, his eyes still fluttered shut. 

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Mitchell asked, “You just really focus on the taste that way.”

A soft pink bloomed across Connor’s cheeks. He continued to chew, staring at Mitchell with wide-eyes. “Yeah,” he breathed out, swaying slightly. “You… amazing.” 

“I knew you’d like it.” Mitchell smiled, a bit satisfied. “Coffee chocolates, isn’t that fun?” 

“So fun,” Connor whispered. 

Mitchell was about to add on something else about their new flavors when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother returning to the stall. With a companion. Mitchell sighed. 

Sebastian finished wandering back over to the stall, Basil tucked under his arm like he needed assistance back to their booth. Unfortunately, Mitchell could already spy a handful of reddening marks on both of their necks. 

“Hey honey boy,” Mitchell greeted wryly. Connor snapped his neck to look where Mitchell was speaking. 

“Oh, you flatter me, Mitch.” Basil stuck out his purple tongue, most likely dyed from one of Will’s snowcones. Before Mitchell could respond, Basil turned his face upward and grabbed Sebastian’s chin to push their lips together. Mitchell sighed hugely and looked away, rolling his eyes at Connor. 

Basil swept by with a teasing grin, winking at him. “See you, Mitch. Hi Connor.” 

Sebastian tied his apron back on and waved off his not-boyfriend. “Oh, Connor. What a surprise it is to see you here, speaking to Mitchell.” 

Mitchell shook his head and ignored that. “We’re not running a kissing booth, Sebastian. You don’t need to bring Basil around every week.”

Seb rolled his eyes. “If this was a kissing booth, we’d be making a lot more than chocolate money. Am I right, Connor?” 

Connor’s face turned a dark red--he must be getting too much sun. 

“Oh, leave him alone. Did you at least talk to Silena while you were off?” 

He gestured over his shoulder. “Tried, but she and Scarlett were too invested in the teen drama happening across the line. Clarisse is basically manning the strawberry stand herself at this point.” 

Mitchell followed his gesture, already knowing. Their siblings had become quite invested in the most recent pre-romance happening every Saturday morning. At the booth across from their chocolate stall, Percy was currently handing out some blue soft-serve cones to kids while his mother smiled widely at her own dazed-looking customer. Their candy and ice cream booth had been Mitchell and Sebastian’s biggest competition, but Sally Jackson was too beautiful and delightful to keep rivals with. Now, they traded variety boxes of their new and most popular from that week--their own mother was suitably impressed.  

Annabeth’s booth, next to Percy and Sally’s, had its own array of curious customers peering down at her homemade journals and secondhand books. Usually, Percy and Annabeth spent every farmer’s market morning making much too much noise bickering and laughing while everyone else set up. Mitchell was personally two weeks away from shoving them both into Nico’s portable walk-in cooler and locking the door until they admitted their feelings. 

Mitchell groaned and wiped his face, back to the moment. “We need to talk to her some time today if we want to do chocolate-covered strawberries for the craft fair this Thursday.” 

Sebastian paused, then winced. “Wait… the craft fair is on Thursday? This Thursday?”

Mitchell already knew where he was going with this. He ran a hand over his face in frustration. “Sebastian, the senior choir is going to be there! You know how busy we get, I’ve already scheduled for an extra batch of the sugar-free dark chocolate truffles, I can’t run it on my own!”

“I thought it was next Thursday!” 

“I texted you three times about it.” 

“Well, I can’t cancel my date, she’ll never go out with me again -”

“I can’t run it on my own! Seb, I can’t believe -”

“I can help.”

Mitchell paused where he was about to ramp up into a new point and turned slowly to face the other man, who he briefly forgot was there. “What?”

Connor shifted his weight, “I can help, if you need it. It’s the craft fair on Beech street, right?” Mitchell nodded slowly. “Yeah, Travis and Katie are gonna have a mini fresh juice booth. Nothing big, but I was gonna tag along. Um, so I’ll already be there. And can help.” 

“See!” Sebastian gestured toward him. “Works out great!”

Mitchell shot him a dirty look but faced Connor, so grateful he could taste it. “I could kiss you,” Mitchell shook his head, his shoulders loose in absolute relief. “I’ll pay you, of course -”

Connor was back to that bright red. “Oh, don’t, seriously -”

“I insist -”

“Really, you don’t have to, I’m happy to help -” 

“This is horrible,” Sebastian muttered. “This is fucking torture.” 

Mitchell spun to face him, his finger already out in warning. “You! Don’t think I’m not still upset with you!”

Sebastian only flipped him off with a sarcastic grin, taking his seat. Mitchell prayed for strength. Finally, he turned back to Connor with a much more relieved and pleased expression than the one he was giving Sebastian. Connor perked up at the attention. Mitchell smiled at that. 

“Thank you again for volunteering.” He held out his hand. “Arm?”

Connor held out his arm without hesitation, then looked confused. “Why am I doing this?” He asked, his arm still extended. 

Mitchell grabbed his wrist to pull it steady. “We’re out of receipt paper.” Mitchell uncapped the sharpie with his teeth and wrote out his phone number in straight, even lines across Connor’s skin. He finished it off with a small heart and a -M. 

“Text me,” Mitchell took a moment to smile, “we can work out the details later. Maybe go to breakfast before the fair?” 

“Yes,” Connor was saying the word before Mitchell was even finished speaking. Mitchell’s lips quirked up ever so slightly. 

“Great. Don’t lose that now.” Mitchell nodded down to his wrist. 

Connor’s face went much, much too serious. “I won’t,” He said gravely, like he was accepting a mission. His other hand clenched at his own wrist. Mitchell waved him off kindly as he began stumbling back to his booth, dazed. 

Sebastian popped a stick of gum in and quickly blew a bubble. “You know,” he set his boots on the table edge, “you could have just grabbed some receipt paper.” 

Mitchell hummed, knocked Seb’s boots off the table, and took his seat. “Weird. Didn’t think of that.” 

Sebastian laughed, “I thought you were being too oblivious to notice anything, what happened to that?”

He sighed. “There’s only so much chocolate that man can buy from us, Sebastian. I don’t even think he likes chocolate that much.” 

“So? Free tips.” 

Mitchell’s eyes snapped to the small plastic “TIPS” jar they had by the spare reader, put there on Sebastian’s insistence. Connor was the only person who ever utilized it, usually by several rolled twenties shoved in haphazardly. Mitchell had insisted time and time again that Connor didn’t need to tip, but that only resulted in sneakier tips and then denying of said sneaky tips.  

Mitchell reached for the jar, fully intending on shoving the twenties into Katie and Grover’s tips despite Sebastian’s complaints, when Connor made a sudden reappearance as he burst back into their line of sight, heaving for breath with a watermelon clenched to his chest. Behind him, Katie could be heard yelling at him from their own booth. 

Connor stepped forward and help the melon up like a prize. “I didn’t forget your watermelon!” 

[babethepig]

First Lines Fic Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

thanks @velvetnautilus for tagging me <3

I’m only gonna do my 10 most recents stories:

“So…?” Rina says when she closes the door, leaning against it and looking at Estelle. She’s smiling so hard her cheeks hurt a little.

Dan doesn't even notice the first lie, it slips through his lips like dry sand escapes your fingers when the wind blows. 

At some point, the noises of the night stop being scary. His brain barely registers the crack of branches under his feet or the crickets chirping the night away.

Someone’s on his bed.

The weight on his chest is constricting, Dan tries to move but it's useless, the darkness pushes down harder.

“Hi, Phil,” says Cornelia as she enters the shop. Phil’s sitting behind the counter, Berit is lying by her feet, fluffy tail brushing against her leg from time to time.

Dan is always running out of time, Phil has noticed.

Sharp.

The wind blows, moving the branches of the trees and making them tap lightly against the window, leaves are flying around in the street like they are chasing each other.

Phil can’t remember a worse feeling than standing in front of a mirror and not recognizing yourself.

--

I don’t really know if there’s a pattern. I can say that I’m definitely trying to get people interested/ intrigued from the beginning with some of those lines but I think that’s what we all try to do when we write lol.

Probably everyone I can think about from phandom has already done this so I’m gonna tag @unicorndads (if you wanna do it) from gandrew fandom!

[rickyxginaa]

Request: Could we get one about Ricky finding out Gina is staying

Part One

*****

Ricky turned his car off as him and Nini were sitting in her driveway in silence.

“Hey,” Nini placed her hand in Ricky’s to grab his attention, “Are you okay?” Ricky stared at their intertwined fingers, remembering the look on Gina’s face when she noticed them holding hands just moments earlier. He felt like he had done something terrible knowing that he probably should have mentioned to her that he was now dating Nini. Ricky asked himself if he really should have.

He knows that him and Gina weren’t exactly your most platonic friendship. The pair had been seen flirting multiple times in rehearsals, in the hallways and basically anywhere else you could find them. He reminisced on all of their conversations they would have late at night when the other couldn’t sleep or the times where her face would light up whenever he would sing to her one of his songs he’d been working on. Finally, Ricky thought back to the homecoming dance and their ride home afterwards.

That damn kiss on the cheek.

Who knew that one little peck could change him forever?

But then she went away.

Gone just like that, no phone calls, no text messages. She just ... left.

Ricky’s world was turned upside down for days. He didn’t have the same eagerness to show up to rehearsals as he did before. Whenever he thought of a funny joke, he would turn to tell Gina and stop himself because she wasn’t sitting there next to him. Gina had no idea how much she hurt Ricky which is why he remained distant from her when she came back for the show. And now that she’s staying? Ricky didn’t know what to do.

So he decided to go back to what he knows best, Nini. The one thing he knew in his life would never have any change was their relationship and he found comfort in that. Ricky tightened his hold on Nini’s tiny hand, “Yeah, I’m just tired. Nothing to worry about.”

Nini dropped her eye contact with Ricky and looked down towards her lap. Her thoughts were running a million miles a minute. With her acceptance to YAC, Nini had a huge decision to make. Go and pursue her dreams or stay here with all her friends and family. She knew what the right choice was but it didn’t make things any easier. She did have to handle one thing first which happened to concern the handsome boy sitting right next to her.

Sure, hearing him saying those three words she’s been waiting to hear him say for months was amazing. But as much as she loved hearing them, she had to question if either one of them truly meant what they said back in her dressing room or if they simply got caught up in playing the roles of Troy and Gabriella and having to act lovey dovey with each other for the past few weeks.

She knew she loved Ricky, there’s no doubt in her mind that he will always have a special place in her heart. He was her first love, her first everything.

But then life happens, and maybe her first love wasn’t meant to be the only love in her life.

Nini turned towards Ricky, “Can I try something real quick?” And before he even had a chance to answer, Nini grabbed his face and kissed him. When they pull apart, Nini’s mind was made up. Their kiss in the dressing room and their kiss now felt the complete opposite. Like the passion was only there before because they believed they were doing the right thing by getting back together.

“Did you feel anything?” Nini questioned.

Ricky paused, and as much as he wanted to lie and say that yes, he did feel something, he knew he couldn’t.

“It’s okay. I didn’t either.” Nini gathered his answer without him saying a word.

Ricky leaned back against his seat, “Do you think we made a mistake?”

Nini let out a laugh and sighed, “I think we made a huge mistake.” Silence fell among the teenagers, both of them contemplating on what to do next.

“What do we now?” Ricky asked the million dollar question.

“Well, I think we go back to being the best friends we used to be. We were always good at that.”

“Yeah we were, weren’t we?”

Nini waited a moment and spoke again, “I think you should go to Ashlyn’s, Ricky.” Ricky gave Nini a look, unsure of where she was going with this. Nini wasn’t as naive as everyone perceived her to be. She picked up on what was going on between Ricky and Gina for weeks and how close the two have gotten. At first, she was jealous but now, it puts everything into place.

“I need to focus on myself for a while, like seriously this time. And you, need to go talk to a certain someone.”

“So does this mean we’re broken up? Again?” Ricky couldn’t help but feel a weight lifted off his shoulders.

“Yep, and we couldn’t even last a full day! But I most definitely broke up with you this time.” Nini and Ricky both fell into a fit of laughter. There was no bad blood between them whatsoever, just two stupid teens making stupid decisions at the wrong time.

Once their laughter died down, Nini reached over to hug Ricky, “Thanks for the ride home. Goodnight Ricky.” Nini grabbed her belongings and exited Ricky’s car. Ricky watched as she entered her house, waving one last goodbye to her.

He knew what he had to do.

                                                         *****

The doorbell rang, interrupting the game of Twister that was happening in the middle of Ash’s living room. Big Red accidentally flinched at the sound therefore causing everyone to pile on top of one another. Gina, EJ, Carlos, Seb, Ashlyn and Red all burst into laughter as they tried to untangle themselves and failing miserably. Eventually, Gina was able to pull herself free, yelling to everyone that she’ll get the door.

Party games apparently weren’t the group’s forte so Ash decided to turn on her Spotify playlist at full volume and everyone collectively started to dance around each other, having the time of their lives. Gina smiled at the sight as she walked towards the door. This was all she’s ever wanted, and now she has it.

As she opened the door, she came face to face with the one and only, Ricky Bowen. Gina was taken aback at first, and then made sure no one was looking before she stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her.

“I thought you said you were going home.” Gina tried to mask her hurt as she spoke.

“I was. Then I realized I had something more important to take care of first.” Ricky’s hands were shaking as he fought the urge to just take her in his arms and never let her go. But he knew he couldn’t do that, not now at least.

Gina crossed her arms and looked everywhere but at Ricky, knowing that the second she made eye contact with him, her emotions would pour out of her. She had just gotten him and Nini out of her mind and here Ricky was, forcing her to remember that he wasn’t hers, and he never will be.

“What, Ricky? What was so important that you had to come here?” Gina could tell her facade was starting to slip but she really just wanted to go back in with her friends instead of dealing with whatever Ricky had to say. She knew deep down that she was actually happy for them, that her two friends found love with each other once again. She just wasn’t really great at showing it.

“Nini and I made a mistake. We knew we only went back to each other because we were caught up in everything that was happening at that time and we thought getting back together was the answer.” Gina’s silence allowed Ricky to continue, “So, she broke up with me. We decided we were better as friends and honestly, that’s all we will ever be.”

Gina was shocked. Out of all the things she thought Ricky would say, it definitely wasn’t that. She tried not to get too excited because she knew that things never go the way she wants them to and she refused to let herself get hurt again.

“So, what does that mean?” She anxiously asked.

Ricky stepped closer to her, “It means that I want us to go back to what we had. Before all the drama. If that’s okay with you?”

A part of Gina wanted to say no, to push him away again to protect her own heart. But another part of her figured that maybe for once in her life, she could just let herself be happy. Here he was, the boy that made her heart skip a beat by just one look, the boy who takes up her thoughts 24/7, asking her for a second chance. How could she say no?

Gina’s lips formed into a small smile as she nodded, “That’s more than okay with me.” Ricky let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he grinned from ear to ear.

“Do you want to come in?” Gina giggled, unable to control her sudden happiness.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Ricky follows Gina into the house with the music still blasting and all the theater kids inside cheer happily as they see Ricky come in. Ricky makes sure to greet all of his peers before he goes to find Gina, who’s dancing to the beat of the music. He saunters up to her, holding out his hand.

Gina furrows her eyebrows, “I didn’t really think you were the dancing type.”

Ricky shrugs his shoulders, “Guess there’s a lot of things we still have to learn about each other.” Gina smirks and happily takes Ricky’s hand as they dance wildly among all of their friends.

Maybe there was hope for them after all.

a/n: i wasn’t even planning on a second part and i def didn’t mean for it to be this long BUT  we had to have our rina happy ending :,) again thanks to the lovely @itspassionfruit​ for the request!! i hope you liked it <3

[nightowlfandom]

The Kings’ Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 3- Jungkook 1

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE! (I do anime stuff toooo)

READ PART ONE | READ PART TWO (NAMJOON)

SURPRISE!! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT TOMORROW BUT DECIDED WHAT THE HECK

YOOOO CHECK OUT THIS SICK AF COVER. I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW TO BE HONEST LOL! THIS COVER WAS MADE BY @kpop-ruined-my-social-life 

AAAH thank you thank you THANK YOU. Okay I gotta stop fangirling and get to the writing but AAAH LOOK AT IT IT’S SO COOL I LOVE IT!!!

Leggo!

...

You peeked around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before you bolted down the next hallway. All you had to do was make it to your bedroom then you would be fine.

You could still feel the effects from earlier’s...sequence of events seeping in and all you wanted to do was take a bath and clean the guilt from your body.

You also might need some tea due to all the screaming.

You shut your bedroom door behind you, letting out a harsh exhale. You squeezed your legs together. You were a bit twitchy, off edge. What were you thinking?! You let yourself submit to that...beast!

So what if his finger’s were that of a god, so what if you could still feel his lips burning every area of your body. So what if-

ARGH GET IT TOGETHER.

“I need a bath...or a flamethrower.” you scolded yourself. “From now on, no allowing yourself to get seduced! ...No Matter no good it might feel.” you crossed your arms.

....

The next morning, you awoke not feeling any better. Before you could sit up, there was a knock on the door.

“Who are you and what do you want?!” you groaned.

“It’s me.” you heard Rina’s small voice. Upon hearing her, you sat up. “Good Morning Y/N! I was told to inform you that breakfast starts soon.”

You rolled out of bed, feeling your head pounding as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Great.” you mumbled. You didn’t know how you were gonna face Namjoon, especially after your little activity from yesterday. You had made sure to literally soak yourself in the bathtub for a good while, just to wash away the guilt...not that it worked but it was the thought that counted.

You pulled a sweater over your head, hoping to cover the newly made marks and bruises that were now your new body decor.

You readied yourself to head down to the dining room, crossing your arms and staying completely silent. It looked like you were the first one awake, so you chose the seat closest to the exit where you could book it for your room need anything happen.

One by one they all walked in. It gave you a chance to really study their faces. You looked back down at your fingers, just wanting this to be over.

Curiously, just out of wonder...you looked to your right. Jungkook was staring at you with a smug and wistful look on his face, as if he has an idea. Almost as if he had a plan slowly unraveling in his head. He smirked as soon as your eyes met and gave you a wink, making you look down at your plate. You felt your cheeks heat up. He was really close, so your that if you had moved a little, your leg would brush against his knuckles.

Jungkook had intimidated you and he knew it. Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew that he had made sure to establish his dominance over the kingdom, especially seeing that he was the youngest king, he had to show out more.  Of course you would be the youngest queen, but also the only queen...with seven villains to call your kings.

You were quiet, you couldn’t be bothered to respond to Hoseok’s snide remarks about the type of queen who would wear jeans shorts as day clothes. Or Seokjin taking some more of your favorite side dish off your plate.

“Y/N...What’s that on your shoulder?” Jungkook got your attention. You had looked down. Your sweater had fallen off your shoulder a little and right there was a bruise. Fuck! Think damnit! You felt his fingertips ghost over your exposed skin, leaning his face in to get close.

“I uh-...er...I tripped?” you trailed off. “Yeah I was walking to my room and I...just fell?” You didn’t believe your own words because you know good and well how you got that bruise.

You could still feel the imprint of Namjoon’s teeth sinking into your flesh, it made your toes curl.

“Is that so?” Namjoon, who had been sitting across from you smirked. “Perhaps you should be more careful next time, you never know what else could happen if you aren’t careful.”

“Thanks for the tip.” you clenched your teeth. “So thoughtful.” you mumbled. “If you guys are finished making fun of me for my clumsiness, can I go now?”

“You may.” they all chorused.

Little did you know, Namjoon had kept your diary, and had passed it along to the next man who wanted a taste of your secrets. (As if the title wasn’t spoiler enough smh) and who planned on using to to his advantage.

...

“I’m sorry what?!” you stared at the horrible eyesore of a dress Rina held up in front of you.

“It’s for your Welcoming Party.” she repeated herself.

“No I know what you said but I refuse to wear that!” you shook your head at the floor length midnight blue gown, “That think doesn’t look like it covers anything!”

Apparently there was a gala tonight to celebrate the merging of your two kingdoms as allies, that part you were fine with, but the dress that was made for you to wear...

“It’s backless, it’s supposed to look like this. “ Rina giggled at you. “It’s definitely dramatic, but it was specially tailored for this event.”

“YOUR POINT BEING?!” You stared at the eyesore. It didn’t look anything like any of your dresses, especially with the unsightly slit going up one of the legs. “Rina I can’t wear this...look at that then look at me.”

“Come over here.” she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the mirror. “Imagine you stand at the edge of the stairs, everyone is waiting for their new queen to arrive, they look up and they see your in your new custom made crown and this bad boy.” she held up the dress. “ With a little bit of jewelry and the crowd won’t be able to resist you.”

“...Are you sure about this?” you sighed, although you admit the dress did look familiar, like you’ve seen it in a dream before.

“Trust me.” she put an arm around you. You and Rina seemed to have already become good friends, and while you thought the idea was crazy, you trusted her. “I may be a maid but my family owns a dress shop, I know what looks good on someone and Midnight Blue is one of those things that any woman and wear and feel amazing in it.” she held it up to your body. “Plus this thing cost almost as much as the room you’re standing in so for you not to wear it would be an insult to the dress maker.”

“Okay then.” you nodded.

...

“Y/N stop moving!” Rina scolded you.

“Listen the earrings I can deal with, but is the choker necessary?” you asked as a thin leather strap was placed around your neck.

“You’re gonna look fine, calm down.” Rina rolled her eyes at you. “Are the people from your kingdom all like this?”

“Well I don’t really wear a lot of dark gowns...I never got the chance to-”

Rina pushed you in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at you was wearing black strappy heels. Your dress was tight around the waist and did and Rina said it was and almost completely backless. Your hair was decorated with a diamond encrusted hairpin that matched the single pendant hanging from four necklace choker.

“Ah! I have just the thing to make this even better.” she grabbed a jar and what looked like a thin paint brush. “This is called magic tattoo ink, it’s almost like henna but instead of waiting and crumbling it off, this goes right into the skin.”

“What are you thinking of doing back there?” you asked in horror as you felt a cold sensation wash over your back.

“Covering up your bruises with flowers.” Rina casually commented. “Flowers are a huge thing here in Bangtan, especially red and black roses. How did you even get so beat up anyways?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” you shook your head, almost shuddering. “How many people are showing up to this party anyways?”

“More than half of the kingdom and some people from neighboring ones too. Everyone’s dying to see the girl who is going to end this big feud and you...are going to wow them. They’ll be expecting the least of you, so you have to show them way more than you think.” she replied. “This is course is your welcoming party.”

“More like pity party” you mumbled.

...

The men of Bangtan welcomed their guests as men of their stature do. They casually made small chats with their friends from other countries.

“Where do you think Y/N went?” Jimin whispered to Jungkook and the rest of the boys.

‘Probably hiding from us.” Jungkook scoffed, allowing an obnoxious laugh to rip from his throat. “I don’t think these kids of parties are herstyle.

“Do you think she’s not gonna come?” Taehyung whisper. “Maybe she’s hiding under her bed while the maid convinces her to come outside.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Seokjin’s jaw dropped, pointing to the stairs.

The lights dimmed slighted and everyone averted their eyes to the stairs. You stood at the top, gazing over the scouring the room. Rina was right, there were so many people here. They were all looking at you. Rina had done a fantastic job using that ink stuff to cover up the bruises Namjoon had made on your skin. Your hair, neatly styled almost shimmered against the hanging lights. You stood at the bottom of the stairs, not knowing where to go. Everyone was staring at you. They definitely didn’t expect someone, especially from YOUR kingdom of all places to dress as you were dress right now. You shyly walked down the little aisle that was cleared for you. Geez had no one seen you in a dress before?

“Looking for someone?”

You turned around to find Jungkook standing in front of you, a smile etched on his face.

“Not really?” you scratched the back of your neck. You took note of how he was dressed head to toe in a black tuxedo. “I don’t think...”

“Well then will you do me the honor of giving me the first dance?” he held out his hand for you to take. “Come now, I wouldn’t do anything sneaky. We’re in public after all.”

Jungkook led you to the middle of the floor. Other women seemed to stare at you, beating themselves up for not thinking to wear such an eye-catching number. It seemed as you were the only person wearing that very color in the room.

“I think this is a good damn to mention I can’t dance” you narrowed your eyes at Jungkook who placed his hand on the curve at the bottom of your back. “It wasn’t in my studies.”

“Then shut up...and follow me.” he whispered in your ear. Slowly you let Jungkook lead, until it began to feel eerily natural how well you could follow. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

“You sure how how to pick a dress.” you mumbled as Jungkook dipped his head into the crooked of your neck and inhaled, your back froze and you felt a sting shoot up your spine.

“You’re wearing perfume, it’s nice.” he commented, letting his nose linger to inhale your scent even more.

“It’s native to my kingdom.” you replied. “It’s rare amongst my people since only 14 have ever been sold and I just so happen to have six of them.” you chuckled. You were taken aback when Jungkook began kissing up your neck. Since you two were so close, it might have only looked like he was leaned his head on your shoulder. You felt his teeth graze against his skin and you didn’t dare move. His hips hovered over your ear.

“Seeing you look like this makes me wish we could do more, but I’d prefer us be alone when I take you.” he whispered. Your eyes widened and his fingertips traced up your back. His lips traced up and down your neck as you two moved against each other. You tilted your head to the side a little, almost mocking him.

“Oh really, you don’t enjoy PDA.” you said in a joking manner, but you were only referring to his inability to keep his hands off your exposed back. “Are we done here?”

Suddenly you were turned around and your back hit his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as you two moved. 

“Not really.” he chuckled. Your ass was right up against his groin. “Although,” he began. “I think your fellow kings are a bit jealous...I wonder what would happen if I kissed you right in front of them, do you thing that would driv em crazy?”

“What makes you think I’d let you?” you seethed, glaring at him the best you could.

“You haven’t tried to push me away yet.” he replied.

“I would comment but I’m sure that would cause a minor disturbance.” you shook your head, only wishing you could fire back. “I really wish I could kick you right no-”

Jungkook’s teeth sunk into your neck, making your gasp and shake under his touch. How bold was he?! He tongue glided over your newly formed bruise, making you shut your eyes. You were turned towards him, meeting his dark eyes as he connected his lips with your, sliding his tongu ethrough the gap in your mouth for dominance.

He didn’t care about the stares he received, or the head shakes of disapproval. This was his castle damnit, if anyone had a problem he would kill them without another word.No one dared comment, or try to pull you away. The kings of Bangtan were very territorial and it would only be a matter of time before you were marked by the rest.

“This feels right.” he commented. “You belong here...in this castle, in my arms while everyone stares in envy.” he whispered into your ear, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear.  you could hear a mocking pout in his voice. You could feel the eyes of the other kings on your. Jealousy laced their gazes seeing you melt into Jungkook’s touch so naturally, Lucky bastard, not only did he get the first dance of the night, but you looked like you were enjoying it no less! Jungkook looked up at he friends, making a shrugging motion. 

“I wish I could see the look on your face right now” you almost growled. 

The party didn’t bore you to no end like you thought it would, you actually ended up meeting a few people who seemed nice enough. However the evening was going on and your feet were starting to hurt. You decided to make yourself scarce to avoid being told how ‘brave you were’ for the 27th damn time. You ended up walking into a strange room away from the festivities. As soon as the door closed, it got completely quiet. It felt nice, the silence was relaxing. You could finally sit down and breathe-

“I thought I’d find you here.” a voice made you turn around. Before you could react, your back had found a wall. You looked up and found Jungkook towering over you. “Not having fun?”

“I wouldn’t say th-” you stopped yourself from speaking when you noticed Jungkook getting closer and closer to your face. “i don’t know.” you mumbled.

“Hm, then how can I make tonight exciting for you?” he raised an eyebrow in interest, a smirk teasing his lips as he waited for your answer. He would have to remember to thank Namjoon for loaning him your diary that you seem to love leaving in random places. ”Because I might have an idea” he replied, tilting your head up with his fingertips.

“What are you ta-”

Jungkook kissed your lips, trapping your body against him and he wall. The slit up the side of your dress gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity to slide his hand up your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh. You leg had hooked around his hip, which caused you to feel the pressure of his groin right up against your stomach. Absentmindedly, you had grinded against him, sending a low groan ripping through his body.

“Hm, while I’d love to rip this dress off you right now, I’m sure people are wondering where we’ve went, but something tells me you wouldn’t mind.” he breathed, pressing himself further against you.

“Um, I can’t confirm nor deny.” you tried to make yourself sound convincing, and Jungkook’s tongue traced down the length of your neck. Jungkook hiked up your dress even more. he gathered the fabric in his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Since you’ve been so well behaved tonight.” he grabbed you leg and hooked it around his hip. “Why don’t I treat you to something.”

“Like?” you trailed off. To be honest, you were a fool. As if your escapades with Namjoon didn’t teach your anything, you were totally oblivious to Jungkook’s words.

“Hm, well let’s start by-” Jungkook ripped the slit up your dress, making the slit stop at your hip instead of your thigh, once more inch and your dress would be completely opened at the seams. “Getting that out of the way. “

“Umm don’t you have a party to get back to?” You asked, whilst your movements when against everything you were saying.

“Oh Y/N....the party is just getting started between us.”

(It took me a while and I skipped a night of sleep but I DID IT, I am not 100% proud of this, but I plan on redeeming myself in the next part. Also yes, no smut, but only because I am preparing for something and it might make sense later on, it might not, who the fuck knows but just wait for it.

We’re only on part 3 and we have a long way to go.

I’m thinking about making this more than 8 parts, so like two rounds of imagines for each guy in this series, so that gives up 14 parts in all not including the prologue. That good with y’all, great because I was doing it anyways.)

[youcancallmekathyp]

hey! can't wait for the next part of "play this from the heart"!! could you please do a Rina or Caswen first kiss drabble where they find each other under a mistletoe? love you

Thank you!! And thanks for the request, I picked Ricky and Gina, because I actually quite love these two! So here you do!

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It was nearing Christmas, before Gina had fully moved back. Ashlyn’s idea to let her have the guest room had gone over surprisingly well with her mother. In this day and age, it wasn’t a problem to send important documents that needed to be signed back and forth, and she was aware how much her daughter was suffering from being uprooted every year.

So, Gina had moved in with Ashlyn, and therefore back into everyone’s life.And also, Ricky’s life.

Things had been a little…weird in the beginning. There had been fleeting glances and short conversations in the halls, and Gina didn’t blame him. She knew how much his mother leaving had affected him, and then she had gone and done the same thing. Granted, it hadn’t really been her fault, but still.

Ashlyn was throwing a Christmas party for the drama club today, with full on decorations and a karaoke station that only played Christmas songs. Carlos and Seb were already on it, giving their best rendition of Baby It’s Cold Outside, Big Red had filled his plate with more food than should fit on there, while he listened to Ashlyn and Nini talking. 

And then there was Ricky. He stood leaning against the doorframe, seeming to watch the whole scene. Gina, who felt her heart miss a beat, eventually took a deep breath and moved towards him.

“Am I seeing things, or did Miss Jenn actually bring your father to the party?” Ricky glanced up, his lips twitching into a slight smile. “No you’re seeing just fine. Don’t ask me how that happened though,” 

He didn’t seem to be entirely against the idea, Gina noticed. She would have probably thought it a little weird if her mother was dating one of her teachers, but then again Miss Jenn wasn’t really a teacher. She was more than that, and without her none of them would have ended up being friends. In fact Gina probably wouldn’t have been here if it hadn’t been for Miss Jenn and her production of High School Musical.

“I won’t,” Gina replied with a smile. Part of her wanted to ask him if they could have been something. If things would have been different if she hadn’t been forced to leave, but she dreaded the answer. If it was no, then she had been getting her hopes up for nothing, and if the answer was yes, then she had ruined something really great. 

Carlos and Seb had gone to sing All I Want For Christmas Is You, and when EJ passed them, his lips were curved into a grin. “You guys know you’re standing right beneath the mistletoe, don’t you?”

Gina glanced up, only to catch sight of the mistletoe. She hadn’t even paid attention when she had walked over, and Ricky seemed like he hadn’t either, judging from the way he was blushing.

“I…uh…we don’t have to…” He muttered, and Gina couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was. “I mean…what I was going to say…” Ricky continued, and Gina simply shook her head.

“Just kiss me.” She then told him, and fortunately Ricky stopped talking. Their lips met in a soft kiss, and while Gina was still smiling, she swore that she could hear someone yelling “Finally!” over Carlos and Seb’s duet.

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Text messages

Unknown: Hey Yn. It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. Are you coming tonight??

You hear your phone ding and you walk over to it on your bedside table. You just came out from the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel.

You unlock your phone and read the message you got from an unknown number, your eyes grow wide. You kind of forgot that Namjoon had your number and that you were invited over to his friend’s place today. You check the time and it was only half past five, and you had no plans for the rest of the day anyways. Should you spend the rest of your night with your favorite author? You quickly type in your reply.

You: hey namjoon! ahhh, i kinda forgot! but yes, i’ll go :) can you send me the address??

(...)

ding!

Unknown: I can pick you up. Wouldn’t want you taking the bus here alone. Send me your address?

You smiled softly, he was sweet. You send him your address.

You: Wait.

You: You don’t drive though?

(...)

Unknown: You are correct.

Unknown: But I do have a bike.

You laugh.

You: A bike?

Unknown: Yeah! Anything wrong with that?

You: Not at all.

Unknown: Okay, I’ll be there soon.

You: See ya when you get here~

❆❆❆❆❆

Around ten to fifteen minutes later, you hear a knock on your door. You run to the door, quickly opening it to see a tall, smiling, dimpled man. 

“Your ride is here,” he says, making you laugh. 

“You were quick,” you say, turning around to grab your backpack and your keys. 

“You live surprisingly close to my place.” He says, backing up his bike as you step out to close and lock your door.

“Seriously? My favorite author has been living by me all this time?!” You say, making him laugh.

“Y/n, you don’t have to keep referring to me as your ‘favorite author,’ we’re friends now.” 

Friends.

“Oh. We are?” You say as he gets on his bike.

“Hop on.” You get on behind his bike, awkwardly putting your hands on his waist but he pulls your arm around him so you’re hugging him instead.

“Oh--”

“Sorry. I wouldn’t want you to fall, so just hang tight.” 

“This is a bike Namjoon, not a motorcycle,” you laugh. He shakes his head laughing.

“Whatever. Let’s go.”

❆❆❆❆❆

As he takes you to Yoongi and Sohyun’s place, you ask him the question again.

“So you consider me as your friend..”

“Well of course, I don’t take random fans to my friend’s house, you know.”

“But I am a random fan.”

“But you’re also my friend now-- well, if you want to be--”

“Of course I do!”

“Then what’s with the questions??”

“I don’t know! It’s just.. These don’t happen in real life, you know?” 

❆❆❆❆❆

When you and Namjoon got to Yoongi’s and Sohyun’s house, the door swung open almost immediately. 

“Did you seriously picked her up with your bike?” Yoongi says.

“That’s actually pretty cute,” Sohyun gushed. “Come in! Everyone’s here already.” 

“Waaaah~~~ There’s hyungie,” Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Unnie!!” Moonji yells, running towards you. Taehyung took her here so that Namjoon could pick you up alone. She lifts up a little bear she’s holding to show you.

“Aww is that your bear?” You ask her, she nods her head and pulls it to her chest and hugs it tightly

“Noona, who are you?” A little boy curiously asked you, tilting his head to look up at you. 

“I’m Yn, Namjoon’s friend,” you say. Still not believing it.

“You’re Uncle Joonie’s friend?” He asks again. You nod.

“And who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Uncle Joonie’s friend too,” he says, making you laugh. Suddenly, he was pulled into someone’s arms and you were faced with a new face. A younger face.

“Silly, she’s asking you what your name is,” the young man says, ticking the little boy. Giggles erupts his small lips. “I’m Jungkook by the way,” he says. “This curious little bunny is my son, Sian.” 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say to him, bowing your head slightly. 

“Unnie!” Moonji calls again, pulling on your top.

“Yes, Moonji?” You say, turning towards her.

“I show you everybody,” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you around the living room. So far, you only knew, Namjoon of course, Taehyung, Yoongi and Sohyun, Hana and Sian, and Jungkook. Apparently, Moonji was going to introduce you to everyone else that was here.

“Uncle Jimin!” She says, pointing to the man spread out on the couch. He had nice plumpy lips and eyes that disappeared when he smiles. The man sits up to shake your hand. 

“Auntie Yuna! Uncle Jimin’s wife,” Moonji says, pointing to the lady right next to Jimin. Moonji runs up to her and hugs her belly, pressing her cheek against it and points to it. “Baby Mochi,” she says. You couldn’t help but aww.

“Congratulations to the both of you,” you tell them. They both smiled at you so big and thanked you. 

“YAH!” You heard, followed by little giggles and three little kids running around you. Well one of them was waddling. They all looked alike, two boys and one girl. The youngest one was a little boy. He fell right next to your feet.

“So many kids,” you whisper.

“Uncle Jin!” You hear and you see another new face of a small kid, a little girl with style better than yours. 

“Yah! Hope!” Some else yelled. The amount of new faces and voices you were seeing was overwhelming, but you couldn’t help but notice that there was something similar with each of them.

They were all beautiful. And loud.

“Oh- who’s this-- WAIT. Is this Namjoon’s girl?” Says the one with the heart shaped smile. Your eyes widened at his words. “Hi, I’m Jung Hoseok,” he says, shaking your hand. 

“Wahh~~~” He said, turning around to Taehyung who was sitting on the floor, carrying the little baby who fell by your feet. “It’s only you left now Tae,” he says. Taehyung sighs, hugging the baby and pressing his cheek to the baby’s head. 

“I know, you don’t need to mention it,” Taehyung pouts.

“Oh, let me introduce you to my family,” Hoseok says. “Hope! Sarang!” He yells, the little girl with the killer fashion sense from earlier comes running to Hoseok, followed by a pretty lady.

“This is Sarang, my fiancé, and our daughter, Huimang,” Hoseok says.

“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you,” says Sarang. “Sweetie, say hi to-- wait, I didn’t catch your name..”

“Oh, I didn’t throw it--” You regretted that right when it came out of your mouth. “Yn. My name is Yn.” You hear a loud laugh behind you. One that sounded like someone was cleaning a windshield.

“Of course you would like that,” Taehyung says. “That’s Jin hyung, he’s the oldest of the group so he likes those kind of jokes.”

“Yah- what does liking dad jokes have to do with my age?” He says, bending down to take the baby from Taehyung. 

“I don’t know. You’re just old.” Jin rolls his eyes at Taehyung, he carried the baby in his arms, giving a kiss to his cheek and making him laugh. Jin grabs his little hand and waves it at you.

“Say hi, Haneul,” Jin says. You wave at the little baby and the other two kids from earlier came over and hugged Jin’s leg. One kid on each.

“Oh yah yah yah.” Jin looks down, putting a hand on the back of the little girl’s head. “Introduce yourselves to Yn.” The little girl waves at you and the boy speaks up first.

“I’m Minseok and my sister is Soojin,” he points.

“Yeah, I’m Soojin,” she tells you. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” 

“Unnie~~” Moonji says, pulling you. “Not done yet,” she says. The next thing you knew you were being dragged to the kitchen. There you see two more new faces. There were two girls sitting on a stool by the island countertop and they both looked at you when you entered. One of them gasped loudly.

“Oh my gosh, you’re Yn!!” She says. The one next to her was smiling big. “Hi, I’m Rina,” she says, walking up to you and shaking your hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you tell her. 

“That’s auntie Mae!” Moonji says, pointing to the girl on the stool. She waves at you, leaning over to shake your hand as well.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” she says. You were taken aback.

“You have? How..,” you ask nervously.

“Taehyung and Namjoon told us! And Sohyun too,” Rina says excitedly. “We heard you were coming tonight and we were so excited to meet you!”

“Moonji! Come play with Soojin and Huimang and I!” Hana called, running into the kitchen. Moonji looks up at you as if asking if she can leave.

“You can go play Moonji,” you tell her. She runs off right away when you said that, making you and the two girls laugh.

“Woah,” Namjoon says as Moonji zooms past him. He looks at her go and then turns towards you, smiling big. “Hey have you met everyone?”

“Yeah, Moonji basically introduced me,” you laugh.

“That’s good,” he says, “Let’s go to the living room.” He looks at you and then turns to the two other girls. “The guys wants to start uno.”

❆❆❆❆❆

“Uncle Jimin has a yellow,” Sian says from behind Jimin, peeking at his cards.

“Tsk,” Jimin says, turning around to put a finger on the little boy’s mouth, “Shhhhhhhhhh, you’re not supposed to say.” Jungkook bursts out laughing, placing a wild card down and changing the color to blue instead.

“Thanks buddy,” Jungkook says, giving his son a high five.

“Go sit next to your daddy instead of sitting behind me, I don’t want you looking at my cards anymore.” Jimin carries the little boy from under his arms, passing him down to Jungkook who happily placed him on his lap.

“Jimin you just suck at hiding your cards,” Taehyung says, he had his pressed against his chest.

“No I don’t.”

“Jimin, we can all see that you have a yellow 3 right now,” Namjoon says from across him. Unknowingly, Jimin was holding his card facing up on his knee as he talked.

“Here, let me give you more cards,” Jin says, placing down a plus four, “make sure you hide these ones,” he laughs. Jimin groans, leaning his head back and covering his face as he whines. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You had given up a while ago when everyone stacked their cards with +2s and you ended up with more cards than the stack in the center of the circle. 

“Is uno always like this with you guys?” You say out loud.

“You should see them playing it when they’re drunk,” Mae says.

“Speaking of drinking,” Jimin adds, putting his cards facing down and getting up.

“No no no no no,” Yuna says pulling her husband back down. “There’s children around.” 

“Uncle Jiminie, I have apple juice in the fridge. I can get it for you if you want me to,” Hana says kindly. Jimin smiles so big, his eyes disappeared again.

“Wah~ Will it be like this if I have a daughter?” Hana smiles at him sweetly.

“What if you have a son?” Taehyung asks.

“Then I will lose constantly in uno.” Jimin looks straight at Sian who smiles back at him. His smile replicating his father’s. 

“You don’t need a son to do that,” Yoongi pitches in. Jimin glares at him.

“What do you think baby mochi will be, Yuna?” You ask. Yuna places her hand on her stomach.

“I don’t know, I feel like it’s a boy.”

“I always thought Sian was a girl,” Rina says, shrugging.

“UNO,” Jungkook yells, Jimin groans in frustration. 

“Mommy, I’m bored,” Huimang says, pulling on Sarang’s arm.

“What do you want to do?” Sarang says, pulling Huimang to sit on her lap.

“I wanna watch a movie,” Minseok chips in, jumping up and wrapping his arms around his dad’s broad shoulders. 

“Yeah let’s just watch a movie,” Hoseok says, throwing his cards to the center of the circle.

“You’re only saying that because you were about to lose,” Yoongi says, throwing his cards in too. Jimin burst out laughing.

“Hyung your cards suck.”

“I know.” Yoongi gets up and grabs the remote from a little table next to the couch. “What do you kiddos want to watch?” 

“Disney!”

“Ponyo!”

“Daddy let’s watch Cinderella!”

“Hana, I don’t want to watch that! Uncle Yoongssssssss please play Toy Story!”

“Yes yes! I wanna watch Toy Story too!”

Taehyung looks over at Yoongi. “I kinda wanted to watch a horror movie or somethin--”

“Are you crazy?!” Sohyun says, hitting Taehyung with a pillow. 

“WhaT?!”

“Do you want Yoongi staying up the whole night?”

“Oh yeah, Hyung hates those movies doesn’t he…”

“Here, you guys pick out the movie. I’m going to grab some pillows and blankets.” Yoongi throws the remote to one of the boys. Jungkook quickly snatches it before anyone else did.

“I’ll help you hyung,” Namjoon says, getting up and following Yoongi out of the living room.

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The group was settled around the living room. Jin was laying on the floor with a pillow against the couch. Mae was cuddled up into his side, while Minseok was on the other. Soojin laid asleep on Jin’s chest. On the couch, above Jin’s head, Taehyung laid across the entire couch with Haneul asleep on his chest. On Mae’s right, Yoongi laid there with both of his girls cuddled up into his sides. Hana seemed to be getting sleepy, her hands curling up into her dad’s shirt. Hoseok, on the other hand, was already asleep. Like everyone else, Sarang and Huimang were cuddled into his sides with Huimang’s head on her dad’s chest. On the other couch, Jimin sat up, still wide awake, while he caressed Yuna’s hair. She had her head in his lap and was already fast asleep. On the floor, Jungkook was sitting up against the couch but his head fell back, mouth wide open as he was already in deep sleep. Beside him, Rina had Sian on her lap as he had his head on his mom’s chest. His eyes were getting droopy but he tried his best to stay up. 

You realized how sweet their little friend group was at this moment. The movie was still playing but everyone was in their own little world. Either asleep, fighting sleep, or still wide awake. This wasn’t the same kind of friend groups you had once or seen before. Everyone here were family. Their cute, little families warmed your heart. Everyone had each other and no one was alone. Well, other than you anyway, but that’s because you’re not part of their friend group. You look beside you on the couch that you were on and Namjoon sat just a feet away. Moonji was on his lap and she had her head against his chest. Her eyes were focused on you instead of the movie. You smile at her and she makes grabby hands at you, catching Namjoon’s attention. He looks down at Moonji then looks up at you.

“She wants you to come closer,” he whispers. And you did. You were now sitting right next to Namjoon, your bodies were touching each others. You could already feel yourself sweating from how nervous you were. Moonji noticed you feeling all shy and she goes down to grab your hand and hold it in her small ones. She held on to a finger or two.

It wasn’t too late in the evening, but the dark room made your eyelids grow heavy. You looked at the group before you and everyone was knocked out. The movie was just about to finish and you couldn’t hold your eyes open for any longer. Soon enough, you, too, were knocked out and your head fell right on Namjoon’s shoulder. 

You didn’t realize that you and Namjoon were the only ones awake at that moment. Well, before you fell asleep anyways. Namjoon didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move in any way because Moonji was asleep on him too. Instead, he slowly tried to move out from under you, placing you softly down onto the couch. He grabs the blanket that Yoongi handed you earlier and placed it over you. He then stands over you, just looking, before turning around and seeing all his friends knocked out all over the living room as well. Some had blankets around them and others didn’t. Carefully, Namjoon places Moonji down besides you and your sleeping figure instinctively wraps your arm around her and pulls her in. Namjoon quietly walks around the living room, trying not to step on anyone, and he places a blanket over those who didn’t have one on them. 

After everyone seemed to be warm and sleeping well, Namjoon walks over to the kitchen. He wasn’t able to sleep so he decided to make himself a cup of tea. Sohyun kept mugs in the cabinets and tea bags in the pantry. Yoongi, ofcourse, doesn’t mind his friends to go get their own food or drinks. They were family anyways. So Namjoon takes out the mug he always used when he came over, grabbing a tea bag and making himself a hot cup of tea. 

He sat on the stools by the island countertop in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone. He was just quietly talking to himself, thinking of what to do tomorrow when he saw something move from the corner of his eye.

It was you.

You woke up and were surprised to see Moonji sleeping in your arms. Namjoon watches your expression as it changed from confusion to happiness. You smiled as soon as you saw her and you ran a finger on her cheek before pulling her a little closer and falling back asleep.

Seeing the small moment made Namjoon’s heart skip a beat and he doesn’t know how to feel but you suddenly became even more attractive to him.

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[bard-of-worlds]

Darkening Dawn Chapter 3

 Lilith walked out of the bathroom of the room in the hotel she checked into dressed in a bathrobe, her hair flowing down her back, having finished a shower before she would order a meal.  Her target was at the region’s Professors lab and after the excitement earlier she had slipped away to rest and finalizes her plans. She had released her Pokémon to feed them, taken her clothes from her one of her Item Cubes and was currently deciding on what to wear when she meets up with the prince.  

 “Nido nid rina.”  Her Nidorina said as she bumped her legs as her other Pokémon looked up from their bowls as she sat on the rooms bed.

 “Don’t worry girls I order something in a few minutes.  I’m still worried about the seals on the ‘Prince’.  I mean I wasn’t able to see much from so far away and I will be the first one to say I don’t know much on the subject.  But if they weren’t a prototype, then who or what was the experimental subject.”  Lilith wondered as her Pokémon adopted looks of concern.

 “Yeah I know where would they get a test subject like the prince but that’s only if they care if he survived.   These are the Crusaders we’re talking about but really, are they that dedicated to protecting humanity?”  Lilith said as she and team exchanged looks of concern she sighed and she shook her head.

 “Come on girls let’s stop with all the doom talk.  Let’s see what’s on the local news channel, maybe they’ll have the Baccer results, and then I’ll order something.”  Lilith said as she reached for the remote control.    she turned the room’s tv on and changed the channel…TO HER PRINCE ON THE NEWS FOR SAVING A POKEMON BY RISKING HIS LIFE?!?  Lilith just starred in shock, not moving a single inch or reacting before her Nidorina bumped the bed and she exploded.

 “TWO HOURS!  I LEFT HIM FOR JUST TWO HOURS!  How can he get into something where he risked his life how, just how?”  Lilith said as she hugged her legs to her chest as she rocked back and forth on the bed. She perked up when she felt something rub against her legs, looking up she saw her Liepard on the bed while her Nidorina looked at her from the floor with her Skorupi on her, both given her a look of worry.  Reaching she scratched her Liepard under her chin and sighed.

 “I’m good girls. Teacher said the boss was quite the dare devil when they were teens, so I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.  Once I find a way to make contact with the prince, get a feel on where he’s going and what to use as a cover for being here in the region.  I’d bet you gals would like it if we hit a few of the contests around here, hu?”  She smiled when she saw her Pokémon smile and start to cheer, back home their teacher had sent them into the Contests to teach her humility, she had learned that and taken to the arts of training Pokémon to use their moves differently like a bat to the night.  Her Nidorina had even evolved during one contest battle, scoring them the trophy! Hearing a beep from her phone she smiled as she connected it to her laptop, she had the prince’s history of his journey now, all the competitions he had ever been in, now all she had to do was find a style to hit Kalos with and she was golden.  Looking through the data she smiled, a way to have heard of him and maybe a reason to have come here, just what she needed.

 “Well girls get ready to the Lovely Lilith is back on the circuit!  So lets’ eat girls, tomorrow it’s time to meet and greet!”   Lilith proclaimed as her Pokémon cheered around her, a smile on her face as her shadow on the wall behind her grew wings from her shoulders.

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 Serena stared at the TV in shock, she couldn’t believe her eyes.  Ash, that was Ash!  He’s in Kalos, in Lumo City!  He’s in the region, I can’t believe it he……… he almost died! How the heck did that happen, what was he doing to have fallen off the Tower like that?! Serena thought as she stared at the screen, her mind blue screening as

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 A teenage girl in a black shirt with a v neck that exposed the top of her large cleavage under a black well-traveled coat and black pants leaned against the wall of the Pokémon Center. Her face was bare except for a bit of black lip gloss and a pair of glasses. She smiled as she saw Bonnie, Clemont and Ash talk with Nurse Joy.  She walked toward them as Ash started to speak and reached for his backpack

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“Can you register my Quest Scanner here too Nurse Joy?”  Ash trailed off as Nurse Joy adopted a look of confusion which worried Ash.

 “Quest Scanner?” Bonnie asked Clemont as she turned to her brother.  Ash turned to them and let his thoughts fly.  Come on!  I know some countries don’t follow the Treaty but not to give out Quests too?! How do they expect Trainers to earn money, part time jobs that take weeks to earn anything?!

 “I believe they call them Task Trackers here in Kalos.  The Alola Reg call them Job Watchers.”  A voice said behind them, turning Ash saw a girl his age dressed in black with black lips and sunglasses.

 “Sorry to cut in but I figured I should help out before everyone spends too much time trying to figure out the terms a fellow Old Worlder used.  You can call me Lilly and…say aren’t you Ash Ketchum?”  The girl said as she gave a start as he turned to face her.

 “I’m Ash Ketchum, do we know each other.” Ash asked as he tried to remember if he ever met the girl before him.

 “No we’ve never met but a teacher I had showed me your performance at the Wallace Cup, and a friend of mine stumbled across what you did in Crown City while looking into a company the League took over.”  Lilly said dryly as Ash rubbed the back of his head.

 “A teacher?”  Bonnie asked as she gazed at the girl.

 “Ya, back home I’m a Pokémon Coordinator of some small fame and student of someone pretty famous locally and after the end of the season last year she said it might be good if I tried something differently after coming in the top 4 and then the runner-up the year after.”  Lilly said as she beamed with pride.

 “Wow!  You’re a keeper!  Please take care of my brother.” Bonnie said as she looked upon the girl.

 “Bonnie, I thought we talked about this!”  Clemont cried as a mechanical hand grabbed his sister and picked her up.

 “Sorry little girl but I never date anyone I don’t know, so what your name blondie?”  Lilly purred as she looked at Clemont who went red at Bonnie’s and her words and started to stammer.  

 “What did you do in Crown City Ash?”  Clemont said as he turned to look at Ash, trying and succeeding to make Ash the center of attention.

 “Ehhh, nothing much really. Just reunited a mother and with her child, exposed a prominent Businessman as the worst Eco-Criminal in the region with a crime 20 years old that he almost got away with and got the scum to confess on live TV.  And this is Bonnie and her brother Clemont”  Ash said as Bonnie and Clemont starred at him.

 “Your Task…er Quest Scanner can be registered with Officer Jenny, her office handles all Tasks and handles payment after the person who issues one send a notification that it was completed.  And how can I help you Ms. Lilly?”  Nurse Joy interrupted.

 “Since Kalos usually only does the Showcase I was wondering if I had to register as a Coordinator here or not.”  Lilly said as she brought out a Pokédex.

 “No but the Professor has a list of where and when the Contests will be held, you’ll have to talk to him for that information and with the damage to his lab you might have to wait a bit, and a new trainer is coming for her first Pokémon today.”  Joy said as Lilly stared at Ash for a bit.  She shook her head before anyone noticed her look and smiled at the three of them.

 “So where are you guys going, from what Nurse Joy said I have to wait a while before I can get the info I need.”  Lilly said as the four of them walked out of the Pokémon center

 “Bonnie and I decided to travel with Ash for a bit; we need a change of pace for a while.”  Clemont said as he rubbed the back of his head and looked toward the Prism Tower.  And when I’m back, I’ll be stronger and more powerful.

 “So it’s straight on to Santalune City and the Gym.  Maybe we’ll run into you again.”  Ash said as he gave Lilly a smile.

 “Maybe, it’ll depend on where and when the contests are.  So see you.” Lilly said as she walked off.  Her faces showed nothing but inside her thoughts were going a mile a minute. An Aura Link!  The prince already has a soul-mate?!  Just what kind of life has he been living and what affect are those seals having on him! To block it an Aura spark from joining with its chosen Aura, something like this is just NOT done!!

 Lilith’s glass showed a spark of a humans Aura dissipating when it met the seals.  Just what hell did the seal-maker create if it could block a soul-mate bond.  She went dead still when the thoughts hit her, did it happen with others, did Ash have more than one soul-mate?  Gotta stop thinking about it, I need to find this girl, if I’m lucky then I’ll meet her at the Professor’s lab.  I’ll make up a report on what I saw and my actions and mail it to teach, she’ll get it to the boss.

  Jenny snarled to herself as she slammed the phone down into its cradle.  The international police had laughed off her concerns that the Kanto criminal group was expanding into her region.  Something about the Rockets she describe as being the bottom of the barrel, to call back if the Tooth Fairy joined them with the Easter Lopunny.   Those criminals almost cause the death of a trainer and when she brought it up it caused the person answering to laugh even harder when she described the person in question.  The bastard said something about sending her a file once he calmed down and hung up on her.  A noise at the door caused her to glare at two trainers and a little girl who jumped a bit at her expression.

 “Can I help you kids?” Jenny asked as she got her emotions back under control.  She identified the gym leader and his sister and the black haired trainer looked somewhat familiar but she couldn’t place him, a flaw she had when her emotions were agitated.

 “Nurse Joy at the Pokémon Center said I could register my Task Tracker here?”  The black haired trainer said as he handed over a Task Tracker. Connecting it to her computer she loaded it with the regions security passcode and grabbed the Trackers serial number before handing it back to him. A chime from her computer pulled her back toward it, the file the international police was going to send her, maybe she would get some answers, and she absently handed the Tracker back to the boy and waved him off.

 “Thank you Officer Jenny.” The boy said as he and the others left her office.

 “All part of the job, have a good day.”  Jenny said robotically as she opened the file.  The first few pages were about the Rocket members she had described and the pages after were about when and where they had committed criminal acts.  After a while next few page she noticed that the same trainer ID kept coming up as both victim and stopper.  Then another chime and an email entitled ‘Protector’ appeared.  

 “Didn’t my cousin in Unova mention that a trainer had earned a title from the Pokémon Rangers and the International Police?”  She muttered to herself as she opened the file, to no surprise it was a trainer bio, the kind of files the government kept of trainers that caught their eye. As she started to read accommodations for valor, for saving people and Pokémon, for defeating criminal gangs she recognized the ID as the same one in the previous file.  The final page was the photo ID and when she saw it she shot up from her chair.

 “THAT’S THE KID FROM LAST NIGHT, WAIT HE WAS JUST HERE!!”  Jenny cried out as she looked into the hallway in shock.

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  “Frankenmons attacked a courier in the Wind Road?”  The speaker was a tall man in a purple tuxedo and a black cape with an Eevee on his shoulder who lead two pale attractive women in maid uniforms down a hallway. The woman on his right had blue hair in a pageboy style, her blue eyes had black eye shadow above and her blue lips were set in a frown, in her ears were two white gems and by her side walked a Glaceon with a collar with four white gems. The maid on his left had flowing red hair that reached her waist, the only makeup she had was red lipstick and blush with two red gems in her ears, a Flareon was by her side whose front legs had clawed boots on.

 “Yes Master Alex, Lady Joy ordered all off duty morticians to assist in retrieving all parts from within the corpses post haste.  She entered the castle two hours ago according to a local agent so this is likely a briefing about them to quell the rumors.  Though a few days ago Lady Camilla sent her apprentice out on a mission and the same night the Elites were summoned for a meeting, so there is that which I am sure one of them will bring up. ” The blue haired woman spoke with a cold tone as she followed .

 “One of Morg’a’s little temptresses is dating one of the security staff called to transport the materials harvested, the bitch probably bugged the poor sap with a seal.  So she’s probably the source of most of the rummors. Hope the fool she’s using had a good time with the little tramp at least, but given what I had when one tried to use me, I really, really doubt it master. And like sister Sarah said, one of them will bring it up.”  The redhead’s voice was full of passion as she strutted down the hallway.

 Alex smiled as he thought of the meeting a month ahead of schedule, a summit of the Elites and now Frankenmon, the times were getting quite exciting, what next, did they find the Queen and Prince?  He gave a chuckled at that thought, he had probably taunted murphy, but if that happened, those harpies would die of shock.

 Turning a corner he stopped cold as he saw what was guarding the door to the meeting chamber.  Two humanoids in full plate armor holding lances with two Haxorus with black body armor stood sentinel.

 “Master, those are Highguard.”  Sarah said as she reached Alex and stared with him at the door guards.  Alex slowly gained a grin on his face that as he eyes twinkled.

 “My dear cold Sarah, my passionate Ellie, this is going to be explosive.” Alex proclaimed as he walked down the hallway as his two maids looked at each other and sighed.

 “Tell me again why do we love that man-child sister?” Ellie said as he followed after him.

 “The sex, definitely the sex.”  Sarah answered bluntly as the two of them followed their lover down the hallway while Alex only gave a small smirk at the words his followers exchanged.

 Walking into the throne room he moved toward the left side and gazed around the room.  A few people in clocks were debating Aura casting by the window, representatives from the School of Aura, they only came when there was an important announcement, were the Frankenmons were made by someone they expelled and escaped the law.  The last Chimera breeder supposedly caused the procedures to change, but there are geniuses out there.

A few of the Families had a few more members then just their heirs with them, more girls than boys again, were they trying the catch the bosses eye with a pretty face?  He nodded his head at his allies among the Lords as they passed each other as he led his party toward windows, and saw with no surprise that saw that the Lady Morg’a was dressed to the nines in the middle of a small crowd of ladies, was she trying to draw in others with her beauty.  And she was striking today.  Her long black hair flowed down her back to her thighs; her jade dress stopped at the middle of her breasts, with a cut show the inner sides with a green gem in the shape of the Grass-Type symbol resting between her breasts.  Her dress went to the floor with a slit that revealed white stocking clad legs in green high heels.  Her lips were painted a vibrant green, while eye shadow of an aqua green shade brought out her green eyes.  Her Roselia was next to her with a grass symbol around its neck.  He noticed her eyes never left a target across from her and saw who Morg’a was watching; the newest of the Highlords, the Lady Cleo Ro Clor of the Desert Realm was talking with a few lords who, if he remembered their homes locations right, bordered her territory.  She cut a striking figure with her dark skin in a form fitting white robe dress that showed off her figure while still giving off a classy feel.  All the makeup she wore was a simple black lipstick, while her black hair was in a simple pageboy style. Her Krokorok was standing next to her, a simple Ground symbol around its neck, showing that the simple things had a class all its own.

 “So you made it to this thing youngster?”  A gruff voice said as a heavy hand landed on his other shoulder.  Turning he saw an older man with a beard in a white shirt and black pants next to an Ursaring.  

 “Sir Viktor, how are you old man?  How was that Chimera hunt you went on a few weeks back, it was an Ice Fire mix that was the pack leader?”  Alex said as he smiled at his friend and ally among the Lords.

 “Me and mine handled it, but I gotta talk to you about it afterwards.  You’ll never guess whose territory it they never even sent a scout towards.”  Vicktor said darkly as he glared toward Morg’a group.  

 “I’ve dealt with such things in my own lands my friend, after the meeting let me track down the last two members of my old team to have a talk for old times, you can join us.” Alex said with a sigh as memoires of days long gone pasted behind his eyes.

 A commotion near the front caused them to turn and saw three of the Elites walk into the room, each shadowed by one of their Pokemon.  Lady Camilla was followed by her Zoroark, the brown haired robed form of Magnus walked next to his Golurk while Mordred was dressed in a simple smock and pants was walked next to his Chesnaught.   Following after them was their lord walked with his Mightyena with Lady Joy walking after him in a black gown with a white Crobat on her shoulder.  So a briefing by Joy was part of this after all, but why were both Camilla and Magnus here? Why were the Highguard outside?  I think this might be bigger than I thought. Alex thought as he looked over the gathering.

 Morg’a smiled and gave off an air of sophistication looking at the Elites entering the room but she let her thoughts tell her true feelings, confident that the Psi-Changer she wore around her neck kept them to herself.  So that bitch Camilla is taking part in this after all.  So whatever reason she pulled that brat from the party is important. Damn that idiotic little tramp for not getting closer to the slut!  It probably was her little beast that was attacked after all.  But she’s only been gone a few days, and in Kalos of all place!

 As Dracula sat upon his thrown, all before bowed and curtsied to show respect for their liege lord. Before anyone could speak up about the nature of the gather he raised his hand for silence.

 “My loyal subjects let me cut away all the rumors you’ve heard.  Approximately two hours ago the Lady Joyce briefed me upon the 8 Frankenmon that tried to intercept a courier using the Wind Road.  Lady Joy, if you would care to take over?”  Dracula said as he gestured at Joy who curtsied as a holo projector appeared before the throne.

 “Thank you my lord. As per my orders when I was informed what had entered my morgue, all personal were recalled and all machines were removed from the bodies before all but two were incinerated.  This decision”    Joy began before Morg’a stepped forward and interrupted her.

 “Two of the bodies were kept from the final peace Lady Joy?  Forgive my impudence but aren’t all Frankenmon bodies supposed to be incinerated after the foul machines which move them are taken from their corpses by rule of law?”  Morg’a melodious voice interrupted, causing murmurs to spread among the crowd at this seemingly breach of law.  Joy gained a small frown before she continued.

 “Normally, yes that is the law.  But the bodies were reanimated by an unknown process and power source.  As the bodies were inspected, it became apparent that the machines were split in two different configurations.  From what my limited mechanical knowledge told me, one type had a receiver of some kind while the other had a transceiver.  The bodies saved were the ones most intact with detailed notes were made on where each machine was removed from the individual corpse. However both types had a few similar parts, this one we are having the most trouble identifying the components purpose.”  As Joy spoke the projector glowed, showing a diagram of a machine connected to two broken crystals with the crystals each connected to one side of a hexagon stone.

 “The gems aren’t like anything we’ve seen before.  The hexagon seems to be artificial and seems to be the main power source, one of my people theorized that the gems act like a kind of converter.   The fact that they were able to use attacks is a cause for concern, but the most distressing thing we’ve discovered is that there is no way for an external power source to connect to the stone, we have no idea how these things receive power at all.” Joy finished as murmurs started back up.

 “This is troubling, tovarish.”  Victor whispered to Alex as thoughts raced through his head.  One of the only ways Frankenmons were found was the massive electrical power drain they used to recharge.  And with the fact they were able to use Pokémon attacks…Wait, what were the attacks used elemental propertiess? Could there be a connection? Alex thought as his mind raced, signaling his group that he was doing this alone he started to walk through the crowd toward the throne. Alex exited the crowd until he was next to Morg’a and bowed to Lady Joy.

 “Lady Joy, do we know what attacks were used by the subjects.”  Alex said as he saw the scowl Morg’a sent him, curious.  Did she want to score a point with that or keep people from asking? Just what is your end goal you Grass bitch

 “As the witness was a Pokémon, a psychic copy of the incident was made.  From what Lord Magnus divined, the moves used were Flash Cannon and Arial Ace.”  Joy trailed off as she looked at the hologram.

 “So moves of two elements and two gems.  Were any gems recovered intact?”  Alex continued as Joy called up data.

 “All gems were found shattered.  A failsafe or the result of battle…” Joy trailed off as she turned and shared a look with Magnus.  Mordred stepped forward as a hologram of the Homeland appeared.

“Thank you Headmistress for your report, Lord Alex, Lady Morg’a for your points I give you my thanks. As of 1 hour ago our lord has issued orders that the patrols groups along our shore are be increased in size. The remains are to be turned over to the School of Aura as soon as the masters exit this chamber for a period of one weak for a detailed examination.  All lords are to take any action they believe is necessary in their territories its security, all suspicious events are to be investigated by local authorities.”  Mordred began as a map of the Homeland sprang from the holo-project identifying the various territories

 “Wait one minute Commander Mordred!  How was a single courier identified by those monsters and from where did the courier come from? What was its cargo?  These facts would affect any plans we make to protect our citizens.”  Morg’a interrupted with a smirk.  Joy had a look of worry on her face while Camilla had a sever frown

 “From the machine’s localization before we removed them, some of them were hooked up to the eyes of the corpse, so a possible Aura sensor is possible.  The cargo….”  Mordred began until the person behind him interrupted and spoke loudly.

 “Was an Aura scan of my son.”  Dracula declared as he stood up from his throne.

 Alex blinked, their lord couldn’t have said what he thought he’d heard, did he?

 “I Declare this for all within this chamber to know!  After years of not knowing their fate, my Queen and my son have been Found!  Even as we speak, measures are being undertaking to return them to our shores!”  Dracula proclaimed as the chamber exploded in conversations.

 Morg’a had a wide smile on her face while on the inside her thoughts were complete anarchy. Arceus Damn it!  With that old slug found she’ll be back and warming his bed within the next year!  All my plans to find and influence her replacement just went up in smoke!  I should have known that those stupid Crusaders wouldn’t kill them!

 “My lord may I be the first to offer my congratulations on such wonderful news!  If there is anything that any of us could do to help I’m sure my fellows would jump at the chance!” Morg’a said with cheer in her voice. Alex merely looked at her and let his eyes grow hard. So they did find D, and I think my people needs to spend a little time making sure that that tart doesn’t try to send anyone after little whoever go the scan or the kid

 “I can only say that in this matter the Lady Morg’a speaks for me as will my lord.  If there is anything my people and I can do to help you have but to command it.”  Alex said as he bowed to his liege lord as the other Lords and Highlords copied him.

 “Thank you but as I said measures are being done to return my beloved to me.  May our people stand forever against all who would threaten us!” Dracula declared as he got up from his throne and his Pokemon followed him out the door.  Alex looked at Camilla and fixed the right side of his collar and saw her and Magnus clench their right hands before he walked back to Victor and his maids.  He grinned to himself as he walked.  Time for an old friend and her son to come home at last, but how did they find them?  And who better to ask then her brother and her best friend?  He thought with a grin as he walked away with his two maids to ‘celebrate’.

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  Cleo sighed as she and her Krokorok walked into her inner apartment.  That meeting had been as nerve wracking as the rumors that had been swirling around the local net.  The reality was even worse, Frankenmon powered by unknown means, and able to use attacks!  That wasn’t even touch the fact that the Queen to be was alive with the Prince, that changed everything! When she returned she had given orders that all local wild Pokémon dens were to have surveillance equipment set up, if anything came to harvest fresh corpse, they would see them if they hit the dens.  Why did she ever have to be chosen as the High Lord’s successor anyway?  It was supposed to be just a simple Quest, why did her predecessor have to use it to choose replacement before he died, she was just an orphan who had to play peacekeeper at the orphanage.  She didn’t like to fight, and his will that said she had to build her household herself without any of the previous staff, thank Arceus that Marshall Asim and his crew had stayed on and the homunculi maids. But things were hard; she had her pen pal to chat with!  With a smile on her face she walked toward her computer, her Krokorok pulled out the chair to let her sit down and signed into a chat room.  She had meet her friend on a message board about the impact Pokémon and human settlements had on each other, and since then the two of them had had conversations about care and feeding, exchanged recipes and helped each other deal with problems.  She did feel a bit bad that he thought she was a middle management in a company who got promoted after her superior left, but the rest of the world wasn’t like her home, they didn’t have Lords and High Lords and to burden a doctor with her political problems just wasn’t the right thing to do.

SandyLady:  You online Doc?

RockDoc: Hey Lady, how was your meeting.

SandyLady:   The boss’s wife woke up from her coma, she’s going to return to the company but the medicine that helped wake her was almost stolen by thieves so security of all divisions were raised, and two people on my level are fighting with each other, I’ve had to issue a few orders that might get people hurt in the name of said security, what about you?

RockDoc:  I have a bit of a problem myself; the mother of one of my old friends sent a quite inquiry about a girl she’s worried about, wants to double check something and my job says I should make it official, but everything I feel screams me to keep quit, I’m a bit conflicted.

SandyLady:   So keep quiet and look into what might happen if you don’t, you might find something you don’t know you know about would happen. But why do you feel what you that way?

RockDoc:  Thanks for the advice Lady, it’s a supervisor who would receive the report just rubs me the wrong way, something about them feels wrong to me.

 Cleo went cold as she rereads the last message; some people Aura’s were able to ‘sense’ the nature of people, when they were hurt and needed help.  Most of them became public servants, doctors or police if Doc felt something wrong about his supervisor, then they might be trouble if he went official on this.  One piece of advice old man Victor had told her when she was sworn in was to trust her instincts about people and Pokémon.  Said instincts said the Lady Morg’a was a trustworthy as a coin left in the sun was cold, so she trusted the advice.

 SandyLady: Doc, one bit of advice I think I can pass on to you; always trust your instincts.  Your hindbrain might be seeing what your forebrain can’t.

 “Lady Ro Clor!  We have a situation!”  A voice called from her door.  That was Marshall Asim, but he should be out along the dunes, helping set up the observation cameras.  If he was back then there might be a rather large problem that needs the local High Lords authority.

 “I’ll be right there!” Cleo called back as she typed one last message and walked toward her door, her Krokorok falling in step behind her.   The duties of a desert High Lord never ended, but she was ready to meet them.  Opening the door she was met with Marshall Asim, a hard faced black haired man wearing a black cloak over black clothes with a Braviary wearing a Searcher’s Gem next to him.

 “What happened Marshal?” Cleo demand as he would only have his Braviary with him if he was searching for something before he came to see her.  Gesturing for her and her Pokémon to follow him he led them down the hallway. His Braviary took flight and flew ahead and out a window.

 “Everything was going like clockwork M’lady, we had finished setting up most of them when we hit the Northern Mountain, one of the caves is or was used by a herd of Trapinch as their nest, it was empty and it showed signs of a battle.  Thankfully we found the herd at an oasis, but the herd defenders were all injured. The team I sent into the cave discovered a hole in the floor that led into a chamber; it looks like an early Ritual chamber. The battle damage in the cave looks like the herd was attack from the cave mouth and then who ever made the hole was attacked by something inside.  The problem is a sand storm swept the region after this all happened, at least we think so.” Asim as he led her into a room with a map of her territory, marked with symbols for her towns, cities and Pokémon dens.

 “Send word to all towns nearby to be on alert, anything or anyone out of the ordinary is to be reported at once.  Once night falls patrols are to be run between the cities for the next week. The Trapinch are to be relocated to a territory where they can prosper, send word to the School of Aura, I want an archeological team to be sent to study those ruins as soon as possible. And put the Gates on full alert for the next 2 weeks, if people broke into that chamber I don’t want it to be easy for them to escape.” Cleo Ro Clor, Highlord of the Inner Desert commanded as she gazed upon a map of her lands.  What happened when the chamber was breeched, what did they wake up and who were they?  I always knew I would face a trial by fire, this has to be it. Cleo thought as she walked through the palace to the situation room.

  SandyLady: Sorry Doc, duty calls.  Good luck with your problem.

 Brock sighed as he read the last message SandyLady had sent him.  For a corporate manager she always had the right thing to say to help him. Maybe it was wrong to let her think he was only a doctor, but the problems of a Gym Leader, even one who was away from their gym weren’t for the faint of heart.  Just last week he had helped to take down a pack of Houndor and the alpha Houndom to relocate them to stop a swarm of Paras from raiding the city, thankfully his Marshtomp had evolved and defeated the alpha.  The Pokemon Rangers had a nice valley far enough away that was perfect for the Dark Fire types, and there was supposedly a river full of water types between the valley and the habitat of the Paras, so there was no way for them to go after them or return to their old habitat.

 Getting up from his computer he thought back to Delia’s message.  She had sent a text that she was worried about a new hire at her restaurant, and was that a surprise when he and Misty first visited Pallet Town!  To think Ash had grown up in around a commercial restaurant, and that it was famous!  But the girl was the problem or had a problem.  She had been settling in fine but all of a sudden she had started to jump at anything and seemed to have closed off from people.  Delia had contacted him because she had a Johto accident and he currently was at learning about medicine in Viridian City and was wondering if he heard anything from Johto from either the towm or his position as a Gym Leader.  He had sent back that he hadn’t heard anything, but he didn’t tell her that a few days ago he had run into Karen, a member of the Elite Four, while his party was hunting the pack in the mountains.  Sure she had said something about a monstrous creature she was tracking but Brock didn’t think a Chimera was connected to the girl, but like he told SandyLady, something about Karen was just wrong.  He couldn’t describe it but he’ll trust it for now and contact a few of the gym leaders in Johto through couriers, maybe one of them had heard something.  

 As Brock walk out of his room he never thought that maybe the monstrous creature Karen was hunting was really the girl in question, never thought that maybe others were watching people like him who would help her without question.  Brock never saw the glint of light a pair of binoculars gave off as a silent watcher cataloged his activities.

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  Lilith was able to identify the Aura from the sparks and had tracked her to and from a bus stop and was able to finally catch her and was currently tailing her toward the Professor’s lab.  When she saw the girl in question she was able to get a general read of her Aura, this girl was someone with a good heart and a bit of creativity, and watching the interactions she had when she interacted with people and Pokémon between her and the lab she seemed to be a pleasant person.  A good fashion sense, natural beauty and what looked like a great personality and a bit of creativity, the prince had a good one after him.

 Lilith let a smirk grace her lips before she walked a tiny bit faster; she had to time this just right, she reached for a button on a crossing post and hit Serena’s hand.

 “Sorry about that, you need to cross too?”  Lilith asked the honey haired girl.  

 “Yeah, I’m heading toward Professor Sycamore lab, what about you.” Serena asked as she looked at the black clothed girl.  There was something that seemed to pull Serena out of the shell she had around herself.

 “The same, he has some information that I need for my journey.  Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, the names’ Lilly and you are?”  Lilly said she offered Serena a hand.

 “Serena Yvonne, nice to meet you Lilly.”  Serena said as they both walked toward the Professors lab.

 “Nice to meet you too Serena, so have you decided on a goal for your journey?” Lilly asked as the walked toward the lab’s door.

 Serena only blushed and walked faster, opening the door, pretending that she hadn’t heard anything.

“Hello? Is Professor Sycamore around?”  Serena called out as they walked into the building

 “That’s me. I’m up here.” A voice called out from atop a set of stairs opposite the doorway

 “Huh? Hello there. I’m Serena and this is Lilly.”

 “I bet you two are here to become Pokémon Trainers.”  Sycamore said as he smiled at the two girls as he walked down the stairs.

 “She is, I’m here for the information you have on when the Pokémon Contests happen.” Lilly said as she held up a Pokéball.

 “Yup. Also, Professor, I saw this Trainer on the news. The report was all about how he had saved a Garchomp.” Serena said as she went a bit red in the face.

 “Oh, you're talking about Ash.” Sycamore said as Serena smiled. Ash, I knew it!

 “I ran into him at the Pokemon Center.  He said he was heading for the Santalune Gym.” Lilly said, causing Serena to turn and look at her.

 “Santalune Gym? Hmm. Professor, may I choose a Pokémon?” Serena said turning back to the Professor.

 “Of course. And do you have any idea which Pokémon you'd like?” Sycamore asked. Lilly stood back and watch with a smile. A trainers first Pokémon was a mystical moment that only happen once for anyone, and only after a while did people understand what happened to them.

 “Yup.”

 “All right. Everybody out!”  Sycamore called to the right before a woman in a white lab coat led three forms into the room.

 “These are the Kalos Pokémon new Trainers may choose from, Fennekin, Chespin and Froakie. Which Pokémon will you choose as your partner?” Sycamore asked as he turned back to Serena with a smile.

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 Crusaders: Knights who launched attack on Homeland and kidnapped Ash and Delia

Aura Link:  The result of two or more auras connecting, the people must meet and spend time with each other first, but when entering an area of 50 miles area sparks seemingly flow between auras unless something is blocking connection

Psi-Changer: Aura Equipment: Gemstone Type Special.  A Gem that creates a false ‘mind’ that is the opposite of what the wearer is thinking, a convert defense against mind readers

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Masked Pt. IX

WHOOO I’M BACK MOTHERFUCKERS

It took forever, I know and I’m so so sorry, depression and ADHD are a goddamn bitch. 

Also shoutout to @friendly-neighborhood-lich-queen for reading and helping me figure out my messy af story. thank you elle <3

Come scream at me later, I have some more tidbits that didn’t make it to the story! and some backstory on Mariah I can post if yall want me to! 

So without further ado, here we go!

You were walking towards your favorite hunting ground, having stopped at all your other regular haunts for drinks. It was a club currently called Exposure, though it had changed names several times in the time since you had found. To you and the people who frequented it though, it would always be called the Church. The original owner had spent a small fortune renovating the buildings interior into something hauntingly beautiful, with al grand descending staircase, pillars, and high domed ceiling. You adored it. It’s the only place you worshipped. 

It usually had no cover charge for women, so men lined up hoping to get in and get lucky. Just thinking about it made your toes curl in anticipation. You relished the opportunity to drink and dance until you were slick with sweat and then end the night lost in some strangers bed. You had made your way to the front of the line, pushing through the line and smiling at the bouncer. He winked and mouthed a hello while opening the big carved wooden for you and ushering you inside like a VIP. You stood on the balcony of the grand staircase staring down at the crowds below you, grinning and letting the lights flash on your skin, feeling the bass reverberate in your bones, and breathing in the sent of sweat, booze and sex. 

You fully relaxed for the first time since your session with Daniel. You were ready to shine. You stood tall, with your shoulders back, chin held high and descended the staircase with a regality that caught several people’s eyes. You got to the bottom and looked around fully in your element. You strutted to the bar, swinging your hips, enjoying the eyes you felt on you. You grinned at Lucy, your favorite bartender, and held up Tony’s card between your index and middle fingers. She waved back in reply and got your usual drink. You grabbed your mojito, and sipped while leaning against the bar, looking at the crowd trying to find your prey for the night. When you didn’t find someone suitable, you turned again holding up a hand at Lucy and downed the four shots she brought you in quick succession, before grabbing your last drink and heading off immediately to the dance floor.  You wiggled your way to the center and grinned at the security guards guarding the entrance to your favorite part of the dance floor. They smirked at you while they moved to the side to let you pass.  You blew them a kiss as quickly climbed the stairs until you got the elevated part of the dance floor directly under the high domed glass ceiling. The full moon glinting brightly and it shed light on the dancers. The people around you were cast an ethereal glow that seemed all the more magical with the pulsing club lights. You gulped your drink down, the heavy alcohol leaving a warm sensation in your stomach and threw yourself into a frenzy on the dance floor. You forgot all about everything and just let the music envelop you, dancing without a care in the world.

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“Sabrina! Hurry. The Fuck. UP! We’re already late!”, Iris yelled while rummaging through the fridge and triumphantly pulling out a half filled bottle of tequila.

“I’m going! I’m going!”, Sabrina stuck her head out the bathroom head and flashed a grin at Bucky who amusedly watched Iris sitting next to him on the couch, take deep swigs out of the tequila bottle. She pointed a ringed finger at Bucky and told her girlfriend, “You gotta make sure that  Barnes’ drinks too.” Bucky snorted, “You know I can’t get drunk, Rina. ‘Sides tequila is disgusting. Gimme a good strong whiskey.”

“Christ, you’re so fucking predictable. Babe, grab that flask in my purse and hand it to him. Bottoms up, my man. I had Nat ask around for some super-soldier worthy booze and she delivered. That should be enough to fuck you up, so I recommend diluting it with some of that ‘disgusting’ tequila.”

Bucky watched suspicious, as Iris mixed his drink with a heavy hand and held it out to him. “Bucky, take the fucking drink, like Iris said we’re already late”, Sabrina snapped, “Besides, my neck is starting to hurt from standing like this.” Bucky just looked pointedly at Sabrina, until she rolled her eyes and marched over snatching the drink from her girlfriend and shoving it into Bucky’s hand. She waited, arms crossed while Bucky just glared at her.  She raised a brow and cocked her head, waiting. Finally Bucky cracked and muttering a quiet curse, gulped the drink down. “Fuck, that was gross guys.” Bucky gagged, “So what does the drink that Natalia gave you do?” “Basically it inhibits your cells from processing the alcohol as quickly as they normally would due to the serum.  For something like, 30 hours? Though it’ll still take a shit ton more alcohol than the average person. It basically breaks down your cells and turns them normal-ish. Something like that. I got a bit lost during the explanation, I just remembered the important parts.” She grinned excitedly at him, to which Bucky grinned and tilted his head back on the cushion. She had been so very determined to have him enjoy himself and relax after the day he had had. “Oh!” She snapped her fingers, “Nat also mentioned that it’ll take like 40 minutes to begin affecting you, so you got some time to kill…” Bucky glanced up as she trailed off, watching her smile turn wolfish as she watched her girlfriend bent over trying to fish out a half empty bottle of vodka from a cabinet. He saw Iris smile seductively back at Sabrina over he shoulder and knew what was gonna happen. 

“Go. Get out. Go have fun somewhere else”, Sabrina mumbled distractedly, waving him off with her hand. 

He stood up hastily, grabbing his jacket and somewhat awkwardly made his way out of the room to the front door, glancing quickly back as he heard someone hit the coffee table All he saw, were the women kissing passionately, making their way into the bathroom. He flushed, and hustled out the door, huffing heavily in the hallway. 

They were not getting out of here anytime soon.

Letting out another slightly louder sigh he put on his leather jacket and walked out into the cool New York night heading towards a liquor store in search of some decent whiskey. If he only had a night to enjoy alcohol and its effects then he was going to drink some good shit. 

While he walked he started thinking back to earlier. About Y/N. His Y/N. God, seeing you again was a kick to the gut. He had missed you so much that there were times, usually when the sky had barely started lightening after another sleepless night, when he felt there was an actual part of him missing. He thought that you were a mirage when you had appeared in the park, that he had wished to see you again so badly that his mind had finally snapped. He had felt his heart start beating faster as he laid eyes on you. You were breathtakingly beautiful, you always had been, and all he wanted was to hold you tight. To murmur your name like a prayer. To press gentle kisses on your skin and just hold you forever. But then he got a good look at you. And his blood ran cold. 

You were still so beautiful but there was a weariness in you he had never seen before. Hard lines of rage on the planes of your face, a sort of coldness in how you held yourself, a sorrow in your eyes. The woman in front of him, she was someone he knew yet didn’t. And so he had reacted on instinct when he had grabbed you. He had wanted to make everything ok. To carry your burdens and help. To explain what had happened with Mariah and go to your old apartment. He just wanted to go home with you. Because home was with you, wherever you were. But he had ruined it; it was over so quickly. And now, all these hours later, pieces of the encounter kept replaying in his mind. How skin soft as silk under his fingers, the icy cold fury on your face, the small tightening of your lips when he called you beloved, the unending turmoil in your eyes, how you felt on top of him… All Bucky wanted was to to fix your problems and be there for you. But, Sabrina was right, he had no right to do that. He had lost that right years ago. From the moment that he started to pull away from you. From the moment that he hadn’t noticed that you were drowning, he had lost that right. 

He heard your giggle grow louder as you walked down the hallway. He put down the magazine he had absently been turning, grabbed your coat and turned to meet you, looking curiously at the very good looking woman towering over you that you were laughing with. He cocked his head, smiling softly as he noticed that you looked a lot more at ease, more at peace. “Hi honey, this is Mariah, the therapist I was telling you about,” you said, mirth coating your voice, “I’ll let you two get acquainted while I go over there to make another appointment and sort out some insurance stuff.”   You walked away as Mariah got closer to him, her predatorily bright amber eyes scanning him up and down. He shifted on his feet nervously, glancing over at Y/N in hopes that she would come over and save him from this uncomfortable situation. He was looking down at his shoes when he sensed the woman, Mariah, about to move, looking up quickly, startling her with her hand outstretched as if to touch him. He angled himself away from her, and looked at her, confused and a little peeved. 

No one was allowed to just casually touch him, just Y/N. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was trying to get your attention but you seemed lost in your own head”, she let out a shy smile and tucked a stray blonde hair behind her ear, “I asked how you are doing? I know Y/N was gone for a while and I know from experience with other couples, that that reintegration back into civilian life isn’t always smooth for either person.” She cocked her head to the side, looking warmly and deeply into his eyes and Bucky felt himself start to relax. He had been having a hard time since Y/N had come back. It felt like she was there but distant and despite how warm and affectionate he was, he felt incredibly alone. He opened his mouth to respond when he saw that Y/N was on her way back so instead he just smiled and held out his hand to Y/N. “Ok, done. Let’s go honey. We can get something to eat and then go back home. Bye Mariah, I’ll see you next week!”, Y/N tugged on Bucky’s hand as she waved over her shoulder at her therapist. “Bucky, wait.” He turned to face the blonde woman who was holding out a thin card, “Here’s my number. If you ever need to talk, at any time of day, just call.” Bucky reached out and grabbed it, letting out a brief smile and following his girl out into the street. 

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Bucky had fiddled a lot with that card in the weeks since Mariah had handed it to him. By now, it was dog eared and worn, and though he had dialed the number but always hung up before it had rung. 

But he had finally hit his breaking point. He was fighting with Y/N again, for the third time in the past 7 days and he couldn’t take it any longer. He  didn’t want to stay out on the cold roof another night, alone. He had to talk to someone.

Anyone. He dialed the number and held his breath as it rung. “Hello?”, a sleepy voice murmured. “Uhm, hi. Is this Mariah?”, he heard a slight shuffling on the other end and only then realized that it was 2:41 a.m. and most people were asleep at that time, “I’m so sorry. I just realized that it’s really late. I’ll call at another time. Sorry.” “No, nononono, it’s ok.” Her voice got more alert as she fully woke up, “Truly. I’m used to receiving calls at odd hours of the day. How can I help you? Would you like to come in for a session?” Bucky paused, unsure, before breathing out, “Yes. Please.” “Ok,” Mariah said gently, “the door will be open, let yourself in. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Bucky made it to her office in record time, feeling desperate to not feel lonely if only for a little while. He silently opened the door, peering around it and making eye contact with the blonde who was looking at him curiously. 

“Uhm, hello, you gave me your card a couple weeks ago and I just… I just finally needed to talk,” Bucky quietly trailed off as he stood in the doorway, fiddling with the card still in his pocket, “I just didn’t know who else to turn to. Or who else to try.”

There was a pause, as Bucky wondered if he should bolt when Mariah stood up and walked toward him, hand extended.

“I thought I would never hear from you,” she smiled as he tentatively shook her hand, “come in, sit down and tell me what’s going on.”

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They had talked for hours that initial session. All the feelings and doubts he had just bubbled out of him and for the first time in months, he felt like he was being seen. 

Like he mattered. 

Like he existed. 

They didn’t start sleeping together till later, after another particularly nasty fight with Y/N. She had been cruel and he had just snapped. He loved her with everything in him but he was so tired of being shut out. He loved her but he wanted someone who was willing to let him in. 

To open her heart fully to him and let him love every part of them. He had ended up at Mariah’s office that night, after hours of wandering around the city and without any prompting he had kissed her. Instantly, he felt guilt surge through him, he thought he would vomit at her feet, stain her ridiculously expensive red bottomed shoes, but instead he pushed it aside and kissed her deeper, closing his eyes tighter. He had imagined that he was kissing Y/N, even though Mariah’s lips felt different, he imagined that he was holding Y/N’s soft waist, even though Mariah’s was ensconced inside a tight binder, he imagined that it was Y/N letting out the soft moans underneath him, even though Mariah’s were louder and less breathy.

At the end of it right before he opened his eyes, he begged whatever Gods were out there, that Y/N would be under him gazing at him with a loving intensity in her eyes, but instead he opened his eyes and there lay Mariah, her blonde hair fanned out, amber eyes shining in an unknown emotion. She had reached up and kissed him, pulling him to her and rolling him onto his side, twining her legs between his. She had laid her head in the crook of his arm and kissed his chest softly, giving him the affection and attention he had craved for months. In that moment, his guilt subsided and he let himself enjoy the moment. He closed his eyes again, and let her soft kisses and gentle fingers lull him into a soft sleep. 

Bucky was so lost in memories that it took him a moment to recognize where he was. He checked his watch and realized he had been walking around for like 40 minutes. He checked his phone and saw a  missed call from Iris. He clicked on the notification while walking to a store, and grabbing two bottles of whiskey. He paid and made his way outside while he heard Sabrina tell him to hurry his ass up, they were getting pretty tipsy and wanted to dance. The voicemail had just ended when Sabrina’s special ringtone had started sounding. Mildly annoyed, he had glared at her contact picture for a moment before answering. “What the fuck? I had just gotten rid of your last annoying ringtone, Sabrina.” Buck grumbled while trying to unscrew the whiskey cap. “Oh shut up Barnes, BTS is a goddamn gift.” Rina scoffed in his ear, “Besides, I know your password, it’s Y/N’S birthday, so nothing can keep me out. Anyway, where are you? We want to dance!”

Bucky gave her the address, as he took a couple of swigs out of the bottle and recapping it. “Ok, wait for us on the corner we aren’t that far away. Thankfully you aren’t that far from the club we wanted to go to. See you in a bit.” He had just hummed in agreement before ending the call and going to sit on the stoop of building. He drank a little more, letting more memories run through his mind as he waited. He remembered the time there was a spider in the bathtub and he had let out a small scream. You had burst in with his knife, on high alert. He smiled as he remembered how you had collapsed on the floor laughing so hard you were crying, while he grinned sheepishly in a towel.  

He took another swig, feeling the alcohol in the edges of his mind. He remembered the first time you had cooked Sunday dinner for your little family. You hadn’t cooked a day in your life before then, both of you living off of what Buck could cook and take out. You had been researching for days and had started cooking at 6 in the morning. The kitchen a complete mess and you were covered in ingredients with a smear of tomato sauce on cheek. You had been so proud, even though the food a little dry and a little burnt, but Bucky felt his heart swell as he remembered the smile that had stayed on your face the entire night. He remembered how it felt to feel you straddle him at night, your lips pressing open mouthed wet kisses on his neck. How it felt to nip your throat and feel you shudder as your skin became sensitive. How it felt to hold you tight as you moaned his name and cried out in pleasure, clawing his back. He remembered everything and Bucky wished, not for the first time, that he could turn back time. Instead he shook his head to clear it, and looked up to see Iris leaning out of a cab waving at him. He stood and dusted his pants, getting into the cab and finishing his first bottle of whiskey. “I never figured you for a maudlin drunk, Buck,” Iris’s small feminine voice stated. “Chin up Barnes. No sad drunks here. We haven’t let loose in ages and it’s the first time you can do it properly. Besides, the goal is to find someone for you to take home. No one wants to sleep with a sad drunk,” Sabrina said loudly leaning in closer and putting her hand on Bucky’s knee, “In all seriousness dude, Im not letting you drink anymore if I see you start to going your head. As much as I’d love to see you let loose, we both know drinking in that state of mind is dangerous. So I need you to be honest with me, tell me where your mind is at.” “I’m ok. Thank you,” Bucky let out a small smile, “I’m just thinking about Y/N and everything that’s happened. I’m not gonna disappear into my head. I’m sick of being in it. I’m gonna let loose, and I give you my permission to call Steve or Nat if I’m not.” Sabrina smiles back and grabbed her clutch, “That’s my boy. Now drink up, we’re almost at the bar and that entire bottle isn’t gonna fit in the flask I brought you. ” She grinned and watched as Bucky started chugging half the bottle before stopping and letting out a small burp. She handed him the flask and laughed as he tipsily poured it in sloshing it on his dark jeans. “We’re here! Ready to go to Church guys?,” Iris clapped her hands excitedly. Sabrina gave the cabbie some money, grabbed her girlfriends hand and pulled her out of the cab, motioning excitedly at Bucky. “Church?”, Bucky asked curiously. “Yeah. Church,” Iris pointed at the throng of people outside club at the end of the street as they started walking towards it, “It’s an old unfinished church that was abandoned in the late 80’s. It has the original pillars, domed ceiling and stained glass windows. Some trendy hipster gutted the inside and made it into a club. A close friend of ours is the bouncer and told us about it. It’s been our favorite ever since.”

“Hey Tommy!” Sabrina called out to the man in black in front of the doors, embracing him, “Long time no see! How you been man?” “Hey Rina, Iris. I’ve been good thanks. Me and the Mrs. went to the Bahamas for vow renewal ceremony a couple weeks ago. “Oh my God! Congratulations! Give Wren our love, we need to do dinner soon. I’ll call you to set something up tomorrow. Sounds good?”, she moved back as Iris hugged Tommy. Tommy smiled and nodded moving to the side and opening the doors to the little group. The girls grabbed Bucky’s hands and pulled him with them, turning and waving at Tommy as they entered the darkened club. Once inside, they all paused at the top of the staircase, Bucky’s mouth opening in awe as descended the stairs he took in the room. The room was regal and haunting. He trailed, lightly dazed, behind the couple as they made their way to the bar, chattering between themselves. They squealed as they saw a ginger woman waving at them from behind the bar. They had a round a shots on the bar top by the time Bucky got there. He got handed two and downed them without thinking, gagging as he realized it was tequila. He frowned lightly realizing that he was definitely starting to feel the alcohol. His mind was getting a little fuzzy and he was feeling free. Sabrina and Iris were right. 

He really was enjoying himself. Bucky leaned against the bar, and wait and see who approached him. It didn’t take long for a blonde bombshell walk up to him and wink coyly, motioning him to dance. He shook his head softly, all the while letting his eyes roam over her, checking her out. She smiled over her shoulder, and walked onto the dance floor, her hips swung invitingly. Bucky just smiled wolfishly, and went over the bar and signaled the bartender, downing the drink she handed him as he walked over to a giant stone pillar by the edge of the room. 

Another woman came up to him, a complete vision in a vibrant yellow dress with her skin glinting in the lights, and he let himself be led onto the dance floor. She twined her fingers in the hair covering his name and pressing herself against him as she started to dance. Bucky brought her closer, putting his hands right above her full ass as the music swelled around them. The woman pressed her full lips to his neck and he groaned, breathlessly. She nipped and licked his exposed skin as let his hands roam her body. She moaned and smirked, as she grabbed Bucky’s hand, turning and leading him quickly across the dance floor to bathrooms. They were nearly there when Bucky abruptly stopped. His muscles locked down and the woman in the yellow dress was pulled backwards onto the floor. She looked up at him, her confusion morphing to fury as she realized he wasn’t going to help, and stalked off. Bucky didn’t even notice. 

He didn’t even notice because there in the middle of the room, dancing under the full moon without a care in the world, was Y/N.

And without realizing it, he started moving towards you. He was going to… he wasn’t sure what he going to do when he reached you. He just knew that that’s what he wanted. He was almost to the edge of the stairs that led to the elevated dance floor when he veered to the side suddenly keenly aware that he needed a little liquid courage. He pulled out the little flask Sabrina had given him earlier, and took a couple of heavy swigs. 

Feeling fortified, he took a step towards the stairs and felt the room spin in a way he hadn’t since he was teenager, drunk at the small bar near the docks he worked. He steadied himself on a nearby pillar and closed his eyes for a moment.

Bucky realized he was extremely drunk, and he knew that he should go home. He knew that he shouldn’t go to you. That he should absolutely not get any closer to you than he already had. He knew the rational thing to do was to go find Sabrina and Iris and tell them he wanted, no, that he needed to leave. He knew that nothing good could come from this drunken encounter. But still, he found himself climbing those stairs, his blood pounding and his body hot. 

It was instinctual at this point, his need to get to you, like a moth to flame. It didn’t make sense, none whatsoever but that’s what he was going to do. And fuck, he was tired of thinking, he was tired of hiding, he wanted you so bad and he should’ve been better, he should’ve been there for you. He should’ve done more. He shouldn’t have been such a goddamn selfish coward. And suddenly you were right there. 

And you took his breath away.

He stared, dazed, starting forward abruptly when he realized that you were dancing in someones arms. The man was leering at you while you danced on him and the entire sight made Bucky’s stomach ache. 

He had to stop it.

 Bucky knew he had to but had no right but he just couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t handle the sight of the man touching you, his intent so very clear on his leering face. He grabbed the other mans arms and lifted him up and away from you, effectively placing himself between the two of you. The brunette man, that Bucky thought looked vaguely familiar, glared back at him, yelling something at him that he couldn’t quite make out.  Bucky just gave him the best Winter Soldier glare he could, which much to his surprise worked, despite the fact he was sure he was getting more drunk by the second. Bucky turned, clumsily, to face you only to find you looking curiously at him.  He took a small step forward, standing just a few inches away and raised his hand, wordlessly asking for permission. You stared at him for a moment longer before stepping forward ending up pressed against him, and tenderly placing his hand on your cheek and covering it with one of yours and reaching up with the other to stroke his cheek. Bucky stilled, everyone around them vanishing as he looked at you with an intensity that would’ve set the world aflame. He watched as you stretched upwards toward him, entwining your arms around his neck, gently closing your eyes and pressing your lips to his parted ones. 

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