#so he is here to be a friendly face and support her again! >w>

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@yukikorogashi || bc geralt missed this beam of sunshine (*´∀`*)

“Now, there's a familiar face.”

No other introduction—no simple hello—came before that, a brief moment of shared eye contact doing the favors for them, as far as Geralt was concerned. He had crossed the trodden down path to reach young Itsuki's side, and the chestnut mare in tow offered a crisp whinny that was a pleasant greeting in their approach. A smile rested easy on Geralt's lips as he dipped his head to the girl: as respectful as it was friendly.

“Been keeping things in order around here, looks like,” he observed, yet a fond stare did not drift from Itsuki's gaze for a more thorough check. “But I hope a few other folks have seen to lending you a hand.”

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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Cardcaptor Sakura - Syaoran Li & Touya Kinomoto

A/N: Third and last comm of this batch for @wertzunge! Again, thank you for your patience and support, my dear client, ehe ~

Also, thank you for letting me write for such a fun duo! I couldn't help but tot feel a little nostalgic, hahah

Summary: Touya notices he has a contestant for Yukito's attention.

Word count: 1003 words

Silence filled the whole room as the two stared into each others’ narrowed eyes. If looks could kill, this would be the fiercest of battles. Meanwhile, Sakura and Yukito chuckled, nervously, and tried to find a way to ease the tension that took over the place.

“Why are you here?” Syaoran asked, nearly hissed. It was clear he had made no effort to conceal his disgust or annoyance.

Touya, on the other hand, was a tad more skilled in doing so. The snark and sarcasm in his words, however, remained as clear as daylight. “Oi, Yukito is my guest. You shouldn’t be talki-”

“I wasn’t talking about him,” the younger retorted, crossing his eyes in front of his eyes and puffing out his cheeks slightly. Of course the problem here wasn’t Yukito, but rather the one currently taking all his attention to himself.

That little brat, Touya thought. If it was Sakura acting like that, he wouldn’t think twice before smacking her head. “I live here, you-”

“Caham,” a soft, gentle (and fake) cough interrupted, deciding to stop this whole scene before it unfolded into something worse - as if it was possible to do so. “Hmm, I think we will have more people for dinner than we first anticipated,” Yukito commented casually, wearing his friendly smile on his lips as usual. “Sakura-chan, could you help me prepare some snacks?”

“U-uh? Me?” She blinked, pointing at herself in confusion.

“Yeah, why her?” Touya continued, tilting his head and, now, directing his concerned look towards his boyfriend. “You’re the guest, you shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

Yukito chuckled, of course his little attempt would make it unnoticed. “Well, it seems you and Syaoran-kun have a lot to talk about, right? Besides, Sakura-chan wanted me to show a new recipe. Isn’t that right, Sakura-chan?” He winked, giving her a subtle hint.

“T-that’s right!” She nodded promptly, not even sure what Yukito meant with that, but feeling it would be better to agree than question it. “I will show where we keep the, um… t-the ingredients!”

Barely giving the other two time to question it, Yukito was already back into his feet, walking towards the kitchen, while Sakura fetched her apron. “Wait a bit, Li, I will be right back!”

“B-but, Sakura,” I don’t want to be alone with [him], he wanted to say, but she was already joining Yukito over the other side of the kitchen’s counter. Damn it. 

One couldn’t not deny that Yukito’s plan of making peace worked - the little banter was over, after all - but it took them barely a couple of seconds before silence sunk in again. “Tsk,” Touya groaned, resting his elbow on the armrest of the couch and leaning his head on his hand.

All he wanted was a peaceful, nice evening with Yukito, just that. And just when he thought Sakura would stop bothering them, her friend also began to fight for Yukito’s attention. Just his luck, Touya thought.

Having his eyes closed to drift into his thoughts, Touya failed to notice the moves around him. It was not until he felt a shift in the couch that he looked around again, only to find Syaoran sitting on the other end. In Yukito’s place, to be more precise. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he had a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyes glued to - of course - Yukito, following his every move in the kitchen. That’s it, Touya thought.

“You’ll scare him like that,” Touya muttered out loud, hiding his smirk behind his hand while avoiding eye contact.

The reaction came immediately with Syaoran nearly jumping off the couch, startled. “W-what? What do you mean? I��m just watching them!” He groaned, frowning.

“I’m not talking about that,” Touya continued, showing the boy his smirk before tapping the corner of his own lips, “you should see your face right now. So scary ~” he teased. “Here, let me help you!”

Closing the already short distance between them, Touya closed his hand around one of Syaoran’s ankles, pulling his leg into his lap and forcing the boy to lay on his side. “W-what are you dohoh- AHAhaha, n-no! LehEHEhet go!”

All Syaoran could see was his slipper being tossed over Touya’s shoulder before five fingers skittered across his socked sole. Thanks to their sizes’ difference, Touya could easily go from Syaoran’s heel up to his toes in a single swipe of his finger, making the whole process of tickling that brat into his place much easier. “Ah, that’s better. Don’t you think you should greet Yukito with a friendly smile instead of that ugly frown?”

“I dihihihdn’t!” Syaoran laughed, trying to pull his leg free from Touya’s grip, but lacking strength to do so. “AhahAHah, i-it tihihickles! StahAHAHap!”

“Eh? But Yukito is busy cooking,” Touya muttered, chuckling along with the other as he raked his fingers down Syaoran’s arch, scratching his foot and focusing the tickling on random spots of his sock. “He didn’t see you smiling, I can’t stop yet.” Touya mocked, his words barely audible over the boy’s laughter, but extremely effective in making Syaoran blush even harder in a matter of seconds.

If you asked him, Touya would promptly deny that he was moved out of jealousy. Him, feeling insecure and bothered because Sakura’s friend wouldn’t stop staring at his boyfriend? Never. Still, if that little brat wanted Yukito’s attention so bad, then Touya didn’t mind giving him a hand. 

A couple meters away, over the kitchen’s counter, Sakura glanced back at the couch, a bit stunned by the scene. Poor Syaoran seemed to be having a tough time dealing with her annoying big brother.

“Anything wrong, Sakura-chan?” Yukito hummed, barely minding the squeals and giggles coming from the other end of the room - he was too busy cutting the vegetables to do so, anyway.

“N-no, it’s just that they seem to be having fun,” Sakura nodded, turning back around. Hang in there, Li, she thought, I will come to rescue you once I finish this dish with Yukito!

[theaawalker]

HEARTCRUSHER! [Mike Schmidt x fem!reader]

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Song Inspo: Washing Machine Heart by Mitski Word Count: 1,053 Summary: You have a terrible secret by which you confide in Chica. What happens when that secrets is revealed? Will the man of your dreams let you down gently or crush your heart? Warnings: slight slowburn Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I sighed unhappily as I sat on the edge of the show stage, swinging my legs as I pondered my thoughts. I was so lost in my mind that I didn’t notice the blonde girl approaching me until she was right in front of me.

“Hey Y/N!” I jumped at her voice and she giggled, giving me a hug.

“H-Hey Chica! Sorry for zoning out there, but I wasn’t expecting company. I thought you’d be making pizzas again.” The girl giggled and jumped up beside me, excitedly gripping onto my arm.

“Well, Mike was getting worried- he has been in the office playing card games with Foxy, Bonnie and Freddy, and every time he looked up you were just sitting here staring off into space. He wondered if it was girlie issues and asked me to come and see if you were alright.” Chica explained, wrapping an arm around me.

“W-Well, there is something wrong… I-I like someone-“ Chica squealed in delight “-But I don’t know whether they like me back.”

“Who is it?” Chica whispered, eyes wide as she gripped my hand in excitement.

“M-Mike…” I whispered, scared he’d hear me on the cameras. Chica shrieked and began jumping up and down, clapping her hands.

“OMG! OMG! OMG! THIS IS AMAZING! YOU HAVE TO ASK HIM! IF YOU TWO GET TOGETHER NOW I WILL EXPLODE! NOTHING EVER HAPPENS HERE AND NOW SOMETHING MIGHT AND OMG YOU HAVE TO ASK TO ASK HIM, I CAN’T!” She collapsed into a squealing mess on the floor, and I looked at my watch, moaning when I realized it was only three am and I’d already broken Chica.

“Chica, keep your voice down, he might hear!” I hissed, and the blonde looked up at me, eyes shining and a big smile covering her face.

“Come, you can ask him now!”

“No! I mean, what if he doesn’t like me back? Things would get really awkward around here.”

“Well, I think he does love you back. Whenever you aren’t here, he talks about you constantly. For example, you know at Christmas when you were ill? He was worried sick about you; kept pacing around and whispering about how he should be with you and helping you, not in a rotting pizzeria. So go and tell him your feelings- I’ll come with you for moral support.” I smiled weakly at my best friend and linked arms with her, walking up to the office, my nerves building with every step.

“Heya, boys!” Chica called, giving the group of males a slight wave.

“Hello, Chica! What can we do for you ladies?” Freddy greeted, standing and giving us both a kiss on our hands.

“I have something to tell Mike…” I murmured quietly, and Freddy raised his eyebrow before signaling to Foxy and Bonnie to leave. “We will leave you in peace- you seem very nervous, so it is probably a private matter.”

“Thank you, Freddy.” The bear smiled and walked out, Chica winking at me and following him out. Mike gave me a small smile as I sat down opposite him, nervously fiddling with my hands.

“What did you need to ask me?” He asked, gathering up all the cards and tidying them away.

“W-Well… C-Can I just say that I appreciate your concern, and that you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.” Mike ducked his head and I saw a blush on his face; I knew he hardly ever expressed his feelings, but decided to carry on anyway. “But, I just… I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” At this sentence, Mike looked up, panic in his blue eyes.

“What?”

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore. If it’s alright with you, I was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend…” My voice grew quieter towards the end, but I knew Mike had heard me just fine as his eyes had widened and his mouth was hanging open.

“I… I-I…”

“You know what, forget I asked.” I muttered, standing up and moving to rush out of the office. A hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me, and I was flung back, falling into Mike’s body. I was then spun around so I was facing him and before I had chance to from a coherent thought a pair of lips were on mine, a hand on the back of my head stopping me from pulling away. When I got over the shock I realized that Mike was kissing me, and I slowly closed my eyes, placing my hands on his chest and kissing back, feeling a warmth spread though my entire body. I felt Mike relax and the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair wrapped around my waist, so that our bodies were touching in every way possible. We fell into an easy rhythm and I melted against him, all sense of thought leaving my brain. When we pulled away we were both out of breath and both blushing hard.

“I love you Y/N... I have for a while, but as you know I’m not good at expressing my emotions, so I never thought I would tell you, but I do. I love you.” I smiled at his words and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

“I love you to, Mike. And I don’t care if you don’t show your love much, because that’s what makes you, well, you, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.” He gave me a shy smile and kissed my forehead, both of us still intertwined in the other’s arms.

“OMG I KNEW IT! BONNIE YOU OWE ME YOUR GUITAR!”

“… God damnit Chica…” Bonnie muttered from the other door, both Mike and I jumping away from each other and seeing the other animatronics surrounding the doors.

“WE’VE BEEN SPOTTED! ABORT MISSION!” Chica shrieked, both her and Bonnie running away.

“I’m so sorry about those two… But congratulations you to! It’s about time something happened around here.” Freddy stated before walking off, leaving Mike and I embarrassed and confused.

“So… what now?” Mike asked, and I smirked.

“In the morning, you are taking me out for breakfast and we can have our first date.” I stated and Mike chuckled, pulling me in for another kiss.

“Whatever you say Doll, whatever you say.”

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Lily's character makes more sense if we analyze her as a poor child, who just like Severus, when they came to Hogwarts were surrounded by impossibly rich kids and so many of them too! Which made them feel a certain way as I'm sure they noticed the wide range of quality difference between them and their peers

Because poverty certainly has many lessons to be learnt and how we chose to apply those lessons are completely up to the individual -- that is to say no one person will have the same view.

Could you imagine, two sisters living in the working class. The eldest had between hand me downs and all the new stuff while the second sister takes her older sister's hand me downs only. That was their life for as long as they could remember.

They were fine with it because that was their reality.

Then one day the younger sister finds out that she is magic. So now, their parents have to change things up and buy her all these 'new' (though may as well be second hand) things that petunia will never use or need.

So everything they buy is solely for Lily. 

This school has all these kids from different back grounds. Some so rich to the point only few could only imagine, but to Lily and Severus, even the student who was middle class was impossibly well off.

So, it leads to Lily possibly telling  her parents about how she feels, and her parents do try to help her even just by buy a pair of brand new robes. Possibly taking away from Petunia yet again, who had to deal with her second had clothes because no one here was much better off. 

I sure the small difference her parents tried to make was nothing to Lily as her peer's had so much more.

Petunia as she gets older tried to keep up this façade of always being the perfect middle class family. She wants to fit in amount her peers even as an adult. She never wants to be or remember where she came from. She just wants to keep the perfect appearance.

Then she gets Harry, she's already funny about magic. But I think it really struck a chord with her and somehow she was taking out old feelings for her sister on her son, that's where almost inhumane treatment of the two boys come in. Why she would rub it in Harry's face so much.

It's one thing to not approved of magic -- it's nothing to just plainly treat him so horribly. So she treated him like she felt her parents treated her.

So back to Lily, she would undoubtedly be at the bottom of her friend group, because she was the Snape of her friend group with the Gryffindor's  and the only person who made her feel normal -- as though she was better off was Severus. So to fit in with her Gryffindor mattes she would have to hold the same beliefs and values like them, so she look like she somewhat belonged. I’m sure she saw how Severus was treated and maybe other girls, who were rather odd and didn’t fit the mold.

Who would want that for themselves? Even if those views went against Severus. 

As soon as Petunia was able she left her home and went to work in an office where she met her husband and became a house wife. {no hate on house wives or husbands} She was trying to better herself before she landed a good husband who would take care of her. Similarly to what Lily did.

So I mean by fifth year James could do no wrong in her eyes, he was rich, smart, friendly(?) and popular and very vocal about his support for muggleborns. I’m sure he gave her tokens of his affections, and would be sweet to her and I’m sure James was a prize to be won, any student who had interest in him possibly always told her how lucky she was that he liked her --  even if she didn't like his actions, out of loyalty to Severus she kept turning him down, but once she no longer was Severus’ friend?

I swear ppl would see Lily and -- you know that joke where when you get a birthday card and it's stuffed with money, you would have to politely read the card and ignore them money, as though it didn't matter?

[But we all know we could just throw the card and count the cash?]

Yeah, that's how we think of Lily as some saint who is not blinded by money and material things. But just like any person she would want more.

You know, I dear even say that the Snape's, financially could have been better off than the Evan's. Because they were a three member household to a four member household. The only thing that have Severus the disadvantage was the neglect he held at his parents hands. That's what generally makes ppl think Lily and Petunia were better off that Severus.

Not to mention how strange of a child he was personality wise.

Of course the Snape's wouldn't be ALL that better off. But with only one child... I'm sure they had to get second hand things or new thing if they could but there was no other child to feel the brunt of that.

[wakanai]

Happy Birthday to My Beloved Blorbo, Oda Sakunosuke! 🎉

AAAAAAA

he's so beautiful I can't-

(long post ahead)

this is the guy who

used to be an assassin at age 14

quit his job after reading a book and meeting its author (asagiri behavior btw - the 'left his job cause he wanted to write' part lol)

saw an injured dazai and brought him in his house (lit the equivalent of seeing a random injured criminal and knowingly bringing him into your house lol)

wrapped dazai in a blanket, trapped him in his house until he recovered safely

reacted to dazai's unhinged behavior and threats with an 'oh okay' attitude (unironically btw. he's really just like that TT)

was strong enough to be mistaken for a WHOLE organization

no one even had clues that it was him TT

made dazai embarrassed

“Of course, you would be wary of the switch. So, I had to distract you by conversation.”

“So, the games and the flow of conversation till now, were both according to your plan, you mean?”

“Hehe. Saying important things as a camouflage to get what you want. That is the basis of the negotiation technique.”

I ask as I organize the cards, “Which is camouflage of which?”

Dazai's expression turns blank for a second, as if he has been caught off guard. But it is only for a moment. He turns his head to the side to hide his expression and smiles. If I am not wrong, there is an embarrassed expression on his face. It is under the dark lighting of the bar, so I might have been mistaken though.

-- The Day I Picked Up Dazai (TDIPUD) (translation by @popopretty; you can find it in her tags i think)

^^ LOL. Oda 'I might have been mistaken' Sakunosuke (this is the guy who understood Dazai the most)

had a conversation with Shibusawa in Dead Apple and wasn't killed - in fact, Shibasawa even wanted to talk to him again if he had the chance (Oda TT he's got that 'I attract mentally unstable people and fix them' rizz lmao. Fyodor, take down notes).

did not expect Dazai to ask for a second meeting:

Dazai’s wounds have already crossed the most critical time. Just leave them like that and they will heal on their owns. My role here is over. So is our relationship.

Dazai nods and takes the cards from me. Then in a casual tone, he says those words.

“When are we meeting next?”

I stop what I am doing and look at Dazai.

-- TDIPUD

(Oda really said 'no' to attachment issues SAJDIAFJ. he's the kind of wonderful guy you meet once online and feel sad cause you can't find them again TT)

was the lowest ranking member in the mafia (and he slayed it too. did the jobs no one else wanted ugh)

despite the typical black-suit-shades look that low ranking mafiosos wore, Oda wore a BRIGHT COLORED, beige cream coat (do yall realize how much this must have made him stand out?? in a pool full of black - he stood out. Also the fact that mafiosos wear black so that blood isn't visible when it stains -- but Oda DECIDED TO STOP killing people hence why he didn't need to wear black. UgH such an icon ✨.)

survived the Dragon Heads Conflict (obviously 🙄)

adopted 5 orphans from that conflict

supported them financially, visited them on weekends, left them under the care of the curry-shop owner, connected w them!!!

managed a few shops for the mafia (reread Dark Era if you missed this detail; p. 94)

listener friend; listened to Dazai's antics and took them seriously (I bet he's the type who never forgets any minor detail their friend tells him)

joined in Dazai's chaos and hugged and tickled Ango (sibling behavior lol. Oda's just as chaotic - only difference is he does it with a straight face 😭 if Oda was in the ADA, Kunikida would grow white hair LOL. Imagine the chaos he and Dazai would bring TT - plus Dazai would be 10x happier. friendly reminder that Dazai gave Ango and Oda drugged food and when he offered to cook again, Oda's response was 'If it keeps you from getting tired, then it might be pretty useful before a hard day's work' like BRUH elfeofk.)

this isn't noticeable at first but despite always seeing himself as less than Dazai cause of their rank, Oda literally called Dazai by his name in front of the other mafia members (and no - he didn't even consciously think about it 😭). Imagine being a random mafioso and suddenly you see the lowest ranking member call an executive informally. like??? Oda's co-workers would call Dazai 'Dazai-san' while Oda be out there speaking casually like 'hey dude.' It's funny cause Oda is dense so he prob didn't even think of 'Office Codes' (yk the typical social rules where if ur friends w ur boss u call them formally at work? yea. Oda does not care LOL.)

He has good intuition

[Then I looked myself in my room and cycled through my thoughts [...] I listened only to my heartbeat as I observed the emotions bubbling up from within me like foam. I had a feeling something would happen[...]it was the small tinge everyone gets before something's about to happen. But realistically, there was virtually nothing I could do about it until it actually occurred and slapped me in the face. The world isn't kind. You have to be tough.] << relatable.

He sassed Mori HELP 😂😭

"At any rate, you just got here. You did not see a thing. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded in agreement. [...] "I only just arrived. Thank you for taking a break from undressing a young girl and chasing her around the room for me. So what was it you needed me for?"

The boss pinched his brows together for a few moments to think before nodding as if he had made up his mind. -- The Dark Era

He can see into the future

this is honestly a cool ability with so much potential. I'm going to promote this post by @raaanpo because why not. it's cool. :)

Such a caring friend (he gave Ango the benefit of the doubt, was crushed at the betrayal, and the way he thinks about dazai i cant- TT)

I already knew what Dazai was trying to say and what his intentions were and yet I had no choice but to scrutinize his every word to find some sort of silver lining.

"Maybe Ango really was lying but he's an informant who deals with top-secret information on the Mafia. It's only natural he'd have a secret meeting or two. You can't blame him for that"

-- p.46, Dark Era (DE)

**

"Hey Dazai" [...] "Is there any possibility that someone framed Ango and is pulling the strings from behind the scenes?" -- p.61, DE

**

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ango turn his back to me before leaving with the Special Forces. [...] My tongue numb, I called out to Ango as he left, but even I didn't know what I was saying. An indescribable feeling of loneliness was the only thing filling my heart...as if I were floating at the end of the universe. Even that was swallowed by darkness. My consciousness faded to black. -- p.90, DE

**

"Dazai, stop" I begged in a hushed tone. [...]

"Dazai!" I screamed. I felt as though we were thousands of miles apart. [...]

"Sorry to shock you like that" (&lt;< dazai's the one speaking here btw) [...]

Had our ranks or relations been any different, I probably would have punched him right then. (note: this reminds me of when Fukuzawa slapped Ranpo TT) However, I am me and there was nothing I could do to him.

After returning my gun to its holster, I turned my back to Dazai and began walking away. With every step I took, I felt as if the ground were going to collapse, creating a bottomless hole that I would fall through for an eternity. Dazai's expression as he placed his finger on his forehead and approached the enemy-- that of a child about to burse into tears--remained burned into my eyes. -- chap 1, DE

^^ it's giving friend-who-knows-you're-depressed-but-waits-for-you-to-tell-them energy like 😭😭bruh Oda knew. he knew dazai was depressed but he didn't push him about it. he just listened to any of dazai's ramblings and was there for him. ugh. Oda TT

also oda and ango :")

Ango looked at us and continued, "If there ever comes a time when the Division and the Mafia no longer exist...if we're ever freed from the confines of our work...do you think we can drink here again like this?"

"Don't say any more, Ango" a voice said nearby. It was my voice. "Just don't." [...]

I figured that was probably the last time I would ever see him.

(I still maintain the belief that Oda only said this because he knew the tensions were high and Dazai literally just threatened to torture and kill Ango moments ago. That last line hurts, man.)

Insecure king

(despite being a powerful ex assassin and supporting 5 kids - my goodness does Oda have insecurity issues :") )

These are just some scenes of Oda not realizing what a king he is 😭

This was Dazai though; he was probably just talking out of his ass. A man in his twenties isn't going to be much of a balm for anyone's soul. -- p.17, DE

(help why does this sound so funny 😂)

I nodded. Dazai was always right and I was always doing the wrong thing. -- p.40, DE

"Maybe I should recruit them.." Dazai smirked while wiping his sweat. "I heard all about it, Odasaku. You're raising five kids, huh? And not only that, they're orphans from the Dragon Head's Conflict."

Even if I'd tried to hide it, Dazai would've been able to figure it out with just half a day's worth of research. -- p.56, DE

(says the guy who managed to hide the painting without anyone knowing. Ngl Dazai was kind of being a dick here TT).

Even if I took Ango's side there, nothing would change. (note: oda sweetie, you're starting to act like Dazai TT.) There was no way to break out of Dazai's trap around the bar's perimeter and the children would be killed if I betrayed the Mafia. --p.119, DE

^^ see what I'm talking about? tensions were high. it's not like Oda hated Ango. He just didn't want to escalate the situation. And plus, Oda's never been a false-hope type of guy. So when he rejected Ango's wish, it doesn't mean he hates him or doesn't want to be friends anymore. he's just protecting himself from getting his hopes up and being realistic. On another note, I think being in the Mafia def affected Oda negatively. He was much more confident in TDIPD. :(

Lost king

After getting into the car, I recklessly hightailed it to the office. I don't really remember much about what happened along the way; I might've driven down the three-lane highway in the wrong direction two or three times. -- chap 1, DE

If someone were to peer inside my mind at that moment, they would've witnessed something akin to a massive volcanic eruption. Countless question marks would have been blasting out of the crater, blanketing the sky in its entirety. And yet, the only visible reaction I had was a twitch of a finger. -- p.18, DE

I ended up standing in front of the son and introducing myself. As “the person who killed your father.” There was no word that could describe how angry the son was. He had all the rights to be angry. [...] He was hitting me, throwing stuff at me, and attacking me with all sorts of insults. I could easily dodge all of his attacks, but there was no way to avoid the insults.

When he became exhausted from all the rampage and finally sat down, I explained to him about the killing. After that, he demanded a compensation. For his father’s life, and for the rental fee of that book I took without permission. -- TDIPD

(bruh. Oda's wildin 😭 pulled up at the front door and said 'yeah I killed your father' like DJFWEIJF. If Oda became an author, he would def be openly weird like the author of chainsaw man and he'd be the type to share life lore w his fans despite it being illegal😭:

'Oda! I'm a big fan! I have a question. Did you ever kill a person? Why is your writing so good at capturing that stuff?'

I'm willing to bet good money he would actually answer that question honestly.

RBF king

I was sure I looked even grumpier than usual [...] I wasn't actually in a bad mood though. It was merely a problem of balance because my hands were full [...]. You'd need a little training to carry these with a smile. -- p.121, DE

('you'd need a little training to carry these with a smile.' << it's giving uncle vibes 😭)

Writer's block king

"Because there's only one story I want to write, and it's in here." I tapped my temple. "Unfortunately, I don't have the necessary tools or skills to bring this story to life. I feel like a lost mountaineer standing before the tallest, most sacred mountain in the world with just a single, tiny ax" -- BEAST LN

(Oda stop being so relatable...)

Was a good mentor to Akutagawa in BEAST LN (lit trained him, was okay w his antics, and was willing to go against the Mafia for him. Dazai who? Akutagawa was WAY more stable with Oda as his mentor 😭)

"How are you earning enough to take care of them?" (<< Aku asking)

"That's a secret." Oda let out a faint, almost inaudible laugh.

**

What I needed to do now, however, was worry about the new recruit, since he was a hundred times more messed up in the head than me.

**

Dazai walked over with a faint, indecipherable smile. "I've been training Atsushi for four and a half years, yet you beat him. It's hard to believe..." (uhm duh. that's cause he was trained by Oda 🙄💅who doesn't abuse his students unlike y-)

**

"Akutagawa, it was actually Oda who obtained this video," said Tanizaki who was seated. "Even with Ranpo's Super Deduction and Oda's extraordinary skill, Flawless [...], it took them three whole days to sneak into the secret facility and steal the footage. That just shows you how extremely dangerous the mission was and how hard it was to get this information."

That was when it hit Akutagawa. He had just recently been asked to watch over the orphans for three days while Oda was out of town on business.

ugH. KING behavior 😩👑

He's read the Bible

"John 12:24. You're surprisingly well read, Sakunosuke." --p.144, DE

^^ imagine if he and Fyodor had a conversation. that would be p. interesting.

was kind to the curry shop owner (ill elaborate later cause im so sleepy rn)

--- and so much more. I actually have a whole fanfic in my head of Oda TT (and that Oda is a lot different from the one in canon but is based off of him. yeah...I like Oda if u couldn't alr tell.😭)

I urge yall to please read Dark Era and The Day I Picked Up Dazai. It captures his character way more than the anime.

To end this post, I want to give tribute to the IRL! Oda Sakunosuke cause that's who the bsd character is based from and Oct 26 is his actual birthday 😸

About the Real Oda:

List of some of his works:

Thank youu 🥳

I hope this post encourages more oda love lol. he's such a king. 💅

tagging @carbonateds-oda because I need someone to share my unhinged Oda thoughts too 😭😩

(feel free to ignore btw or lmk if it bothers u. i feel like ive been too interactive lately TT)

anywy, happy birthday odasaku! 🥳🥳👑

[silver-wield]

Ah! Thank you for posting it despite the spoilers.

I'd like to add what I meant by "the player wanting to spend more time" in regards to getting that optional line after her HA gsd. This is is reference to her resolution line of it feeling real when it's not, just an imagination. I believe this is the accumulation of that because afterwards this line, you see her happy and YOU a player who LOVES HER AS A CHARACTER, thinks cloud ("you") will reciprocate her feelings. It's a bait for YOU, only to be let down with a non optional "you're weird" from cloud. As a fan of hers , that MUST STING very much to see her face after being happy. The whole creepy event emphasizes this portion anyway, but getting tifa's HA gsd will make the most sense, that's coherent to the canon story. The one where he's more nonchalant, not upbeat, just saying nakama. Tbh i don't recall the framing, but I remember we only hear him out of frame. Not see him say it. So it could be the player as well. Maybe. Either way the damming part is what comes after, not the Nakama one. They DO NOT BELONG NOR FIT TOGETHER. w/ or w/o Zack and Tifa existing, nope, the whole creepy date shows that. So drop the "what ifs" already. They have like 666 dates the whole game.. and yet cloud still says when it's her HA gsd "we'll create more memories" as if those 666 "dates" weren't enough (well because she was trying to get into his pants, they were not standing on the same page for the entirety of the game!). So this might just be cloud desperately trying to create a genuine memory of friendship for heck's sake. YET she confesses as if she's never learned and that's why he called her weird. It's like when you're with your buddy and you say "hey man, let's do this again, I never had this much fun in a long time" and then they suddenly out of nowhere told you "hey, you know what I like you ... Etc". NO WONDER CLOUD THINKS IT'S WEIRD! aerith, get on with the memo already here! This is friendly outing nothing more! But this is the most positive outcome for the scene. In tifa's HA gsd, it's all very stern and serious. Still uncomfortable till the end.

So what exactly do they have left than just their bonds of Zack and saving the world? Nothing much. Aerith is here to support cloud even till AC just like Zack, but it's her way to thank him for reminding her of what's important to her the most, Zack (LSW).

+ hehe remember that nomura branching paths statement? That's where I remember the "make more memories" , "if you want to spend more time with her". You can as a player, but you can't have control over him. And most especially his romantic feelings. This is literally the most brutal amplification of the whole "keep hoping" concept. Choose something, yet it all ends up not to your liking anyway. Because Cloud himself doesn't think of her that way, not even close, not even an option, NOPE.

[feelgoodbridgerton]

Chapter 5: A Chance for Friendship

Ingrid is sitting on a bench, tears streaming down her face. She holds a handkerchief to her eyes, trying to stifle her sobs.

Anthony is walking with Kate, holding her hand. He spots Ingrid and stops. "Look, Kate. Isn’t that Miss Whittington?"

Kate follows his gaze and sees Ingrid. She frowns with concern. "Yes, it is. She looks very upset. Do you think we should talk to her?"

Anthony hesitates, feeling conflicted. "I don’t know, Kate. She might not want to see us. She might not want to see anyone."

Kate tugs on his hand, urging him to move. "Oh, Anthony. Don’t be so heartless. She’s clearly in need of some comfort and support. Come on, let’s go and see if we can help her."

Anthony resists, feeling reluctant. "All right, Kate. If you insist. But don’t expect me to be friendly with her. You know how I feel about her."

Kate sighs, feeling frustrated. "Yes, I know. You think she’s a scheming and lying harlot who tried to trap Mr. Stirling into marriage with a false pregnancy. But you’re wrong, Anthony. You’re so wrong."

Anthony shakes his head, feeling stubborn. "No, I’m not wrong, Kate. I’m right. Mr. Stirling told me himself that she was pregnant with his child, and that he couldn’t marry her because he loved someone else."

Kate rolls her eyes, feeling annoyed. "Anthony, you’re being foolish and gullible. Mr. Stirling is the one who’s lying, not Miss Whittington. He’s the one who betrayed her and left her at the altar. He’s the one who married another woman who was already pregnant with his child."

Anthony gasps, feeling shocked "What? What are you talking about? How do you know that?" Kate repeats what she heard earlier. "Oh… oh god what have I done?" Asks shocked.

Anthony clenches his jaw, feeling determined. "I mean, I want to talk to her, Kate. I want to talk to Miss Whittington."

Kate raises her eyebrows, feeling curious. "You do? You want to talk to her?"

Anthony nods, feeling sincere. "Yes, Kate. I do want to talk to her."

Kate smiles, feeling hopeful. "Well then… why don’t you go and talk to her?" Anthony bites his lip, feeling nervous. "Well… I don’t know, Kate. I don’t know if she’ll want to talk to me. After all, I’ve been very rude and unkind to her."

Kate shrugs, feeling casual. "There’s only one way to find out, Anthony. There’s only one way to find out if she’ll want to talk to you." Anthony tilts his head, feeling curious. "And what’s that, Kate?"

Kate points at Ingrid, feeling helpful. "That, Anthony. That’s Miss Whittington sitting on that bench over there, crying her heart out."

Anthony looks at Ingrid, feeling guilty. "Oh… oh, Kate. She looks so sad. She looks so broken."

Kate nods, feeling sympathetic. "She is, Anthony. She is sad and broken. And you’re partly responsible for that, Anthony. You’re partly responsible for making her feel that way."

Anthony lowers his head, feeling ashamed. "I know, Kate. I know. And I’m sorry, Kate. I’m so sorry."

Kate pats her husbands shoulder, feeling compassionate. "Don’t be sorry to me, Anthony. Be sorry to her. Be sorry to Miss Whittington."

Anthony lifts his head, feeling anxious. "But… but how do I do that, Kate? How do I apologize to her?"

Kate suggests a simple plan. "Why don’t you start by saying hello to her? And then tell her who you are and why you’re here. And then ask her if she’ll forgive you and listen to you."

Anthony frowns, feeling doubtful. "Do you think she’ll do that, Kate? Do you think she’ll forgive me and listen to me?"

Kate shrugs again, feeling uncertain. "I don’t know, Anthony. I don’t know what she’ll do. But I hope she will. I hope she’ll give you a chance."

Anthony smiles faintly, feeling hopeful too. "So do I, Kate. So do I."

Kate pushes him gently towards Ingrid. "Well then… what are you waiting for? Go on and talk to her."

Anthony takes a deep breath, feeling nervous. "All right, Kate. All right. I’ll go and talk to her."

Kate watches him go, feeling proud. "Good luck, Anthony. Good luck." She whispers.

Anthony walks towards Ingrid, feeling nervous. "Excuse me… excuse me, Miss Whittington?"

Ingrid lifts her head and sees Anthony. She wipes her tears and frowns. "Mr. Bridgerton? What are you doing here?"

Anthony clears his throat and looks nervous. "Miss Whittington, I… I came to apologize to you. I came to apologize for how I treated you, and what I believed about you, and what I said to you."

Ingrid raises her eyebrows and looks surprised. "Apologize? For what?"

Anthony looks guilty and looks down. "For everything, Miss Whittington. For everything. For trusting Mr. Stirling’s lies about you. For blaming you for being pregnant with his child. For forcing him to marry you. For insulting you and shaming you in front of everyone." Ingrid looks angry and looks away. "Yes, Mr. Bridgerton. You did all that. You did all that and more. You wounded me deeply, Mr. Bridgerton. You wounded me more than anyone else."

Anthony He looks sad and looks at her. "I know, Miss Whittington. I know. And I’m sorry, Miss Whittington. I’m so sorry."

Ingrid looks skeptical and looks back at him. "Sorry? Sorry is not enough, Mr. Bridgerton. Sorry doesn’t change anything. Sorry doesn’t fix anything." Anthony looks desperate and looks into her eyes. "I know, Miss Whittington. I know. But please, Miss Whittington. Please give me a chance to make amends to you. Please give me a chance to show you that I’ve changed."

Ingrid looks doubtful and looks away again. "A chance? A chance for what, Mr. Bridgerton? A chance for what?" Anthony looks hopeful and looks at her again. "A chance for… a chance for friendship, Miss Whittington. A chance for friendship."

Ingrid looks confused and looks back at him. "Friendship? Friendship with you, Mr. Bridgerton? Why would I want that?" Anthony looks sincere and looks into her eyes. "Because… because I want that, Miss Whittington. Because I want to be your friend." Ingrid looks incredulous and looks away again. "You want to be my friend? You want to be my friend after everything you’ve done to me?"

Anthony looks earnest and looks at her again. "Yes, Miss Whittington. Yes, I do want to be your friend." Ingrid looks curious and looks back at him. "Why? Why do you want to be my friend?" Anthony looks honest and looks into her eyes. "Because… because I respect you, Miss Whittington. Because I respect your courage and your dignity and your eloquence."

Ingrid looks surprised and looks away again. "You respect me? You respect me after everything you’ve said to me?" Anthony looks ashamed and looks down. "Yes, Miss Whittington. Yes, I do respect you." Ingrid looks intrigued and looks back at him. "How? How can you respect me?"

Anthony explains, "Because… because Kate told me everything, Miss Whittington. Because Kate told me the truth about Mr. Stirling and his wife." Ingrid looks grateful and looks away again. "Kate? Kate told you the truth?" Anthony nods "Yes, Miss Whittington. Yes, she did tell me the truth."

Ingrid looks relieved and looks back at him. "Thank God for Kate. Thank God for her kindness and honesty." Anthony smiles slightly "Yes, Miss Whittington. Thank God for Kate."

Ingrid smiles slightly too "She’s a wonderful woman, isn’t she?" Anthony nods "Yes, Miss Whittington. She is a wonderful woman."

Ingrid looks fondly at him "And she loves you very much."

Anthony offers Ingrid his arm she accepts it gratefully they both walk back towards Kate.

 Kate smiles as she sees them approaching "There you are. I was wondering where you went." Anthony smiles back at her. "We just had a little chat, that’s all." Kate raises an eyebrow "A chat? About what?"

Anthony He looks at Ingrid "About… about the past, and the present, and the future."

Ingrid nods "Yes, about all that. Kate senses something has changed between them, but not in the way she expected "Well, I’m glad you two are getting along." Kate laughs, they laugh too. 

Ingrid notices the paper in Kate’s hand. "What’s that?" Kate hands it to Ingrid, Ingrid takes it from Kate and reads it.

Dear Readers,

It is with great pleasure and curiosity that I report to you the latest scandal that has rocked the ton. It involves none other than the infamous Mr. Henry Stirling, who left his bride-to-be, Miss Ingrid Whittington, at the altar six months ago, and married another woman, Mrs. Rosalind Stirling, who was already pregnant with his child.

You may recall, dear readers, that Mr. Stirling had claimed that Miss Whittington was pregnant with his child, and that he could not marry her because he loved someone else. This rumor, which was widely believed and circulated by his friends and acquaintances, including the honorable Mr. Anthony Bridgerton, caused Miss Whittington to suffer a great deal of humiliation and disgrace.

However, dear readers, it seems that the rumor was nothing but a lie. A lie concocted by Mr. Stirling himself, to cover up his own infidelity and cowardice. A lie that was exposed by Miss Whittington herself, who confronted Mr. Stirling and his wife at their house this morning.

I have it on good authority, dear readers, that Miss Whittington demanded an explanation and an apology from Mr. Stirling, who denied starting the rumor and blamed it on Mr. Bridgerton. Miss Whittington then asked him why he left her at the altar, and he confessed that he had to marry Mrs. Stirling because she was pregnant with his child.

Miss Whittington then turned to Mrs. Stirling, who used to be her friend and maid of honor, and asked her how long she had been pregnant and seeing Mr. Stirling. Mrs. Stirling admitted that she was four months pregnant and had been seeing Mr. Stirling for six months, meaning that they were having an affair while he was engaged to Miss Whittington.

Miss Whittington then expressed her anger and betrayal at Mrs. Stirling, who apologized profusely and claimed that she loved Mr. Stirling. Miss Whittington then told them both that they did not know what love was, and wished them congratulations on their marriage, their baby, and their happiness.

She then walked away from them with dignity and grace, leaving them behind with their guilt and shame. I must say, dear readers, that I admire Miss Whittington for her courage and eloquence in facing her former fiance and friend. She showed them both that she was not a woman to be trifled with or scorned.

I also must say, dear readers, that I pity Mr. Stirling and his wife for their unhappy and dishonest marriage. They may have each other, but they have lost the respect and trust of everyone else.

And I also must say, dear readers, that I wonder what Mr. Bridgerton will do now that he knows the truth about Mr. Stirling and Miss Whittington. Will he apologize to Miss Whittington for believing Mr. Stirling's lies? Will he try to make amends with her?

Only time will tell, dear readers. Only time will tell.

Until next time,

Your faithful servant, Lady Whistledown

"She wrote about me and Mr. Stirling" Ingrid says shocked. "Oh, my. She did indeed. And she didn’t spare any details." Kate says. "How does she know all this?' Ingrid asks.

"Miss Whittington, Lady Whistledown is a very mysterious and clever woman. She has a way of finding out everything that happens in the ton, and writing about it in her scandal sheet. She has a network of spies and informers, who report to her the latest gossip and secrets. She also has a knack for being at the right place at the right time, and observing the most interesting events. She may have seen you or heard about you from someone else, or she may have guessed from your absence and your expression. No one knows for sure how she does it, but she always does it. She always knows." Kate inquiries

"She’s very mysterious and clever, Anthony adds " Very witty and engaging too." Kate looks at him "Do you like her writing, Mr. Bridgerton?" Anthony nods "I do. I think she has a lot of talent and imagination." Kate smiles slyly and pulls him close, kisses him, leaving him breathless.

Ingrid Grins too, looking happy for them

Ingrid arrives home, feeling a mix of emotions. She was angry and hurt by Mr. Stirling and Mrs. Stirling, but also proud and relieved that she had confronted them. She was surprised and grateful by Anthony’s apology and friendship, but also curious and confused by his admiration. She was happy and thankful for Kate’s support.

She enters the house, and was greeted by her family. Her father, mother, and sisters were all sitting in the drawing room, reading Lady Whistledown’s latest paper. They looked up as they saw her, and their expressions changed from shock to joy.

“Thank God you’re back, Ingrid!” her mother exclaimed, rushing to hug her. “We were so worried about you!”

“We read what Lady Whistledown wrote about you and Mr. Stirling,” her father said, joining the embrace. “We’re so proud of you, Ingrid!”

“You showed them both, Ingrid!” her sister Clara said, clapping her hands. “You showed them who you are and what you deserve!”

“You’re amazing, Ingrid!” her sister Esme said, cheering her on. “You’re brave and eloquent and dignified!”

“You’re our hero, Ingrid!” her sister Adelaide said, admiring her. “You’re strong and smart and beautiful!”

Ingrid smiled at them all, feeling touched by their words. She hugged them back, feeling their love.

“Thank you all for your love and support,” she said. “I love you too.”

They all sat down in the drawing room, and talked about what had happened that day. They also talked about other things, such as the weather, the society, and the latest news. They laughed and joked and shared stories. They enjoyed each other’s company.

[soranihimawari]

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Word count: 1.5K

Pairing: timeskip!kita x timeskip!reader

Rating: implied all nighter// soft kisses

Warning: sfw all nighter

When the weather is fair, you decide to take a trip to the countryside. You haven’t been here since you came to bury your grandfather. He was always the life of the party; stern and mean looking with scars on his face from the shrapnel during World War Two, yet he was always pegged as funny. His wife told you stories of their unity: a hundred meter dash she purportedly lost because the finish line was where a boxed necklace with her gemstones would be. She fills your head with stories of your own father, rambunctious and proud of his heritage. He chose to pilot the airplanes to keep the country safe, just like your grandfather. Having you arrive in the bassinet by social services at the ripe age of eight months, your mother with whereabouts unknown, has left you at the fire department on a winter’s night. The old lady tells you this as your father was forced to come home early on his leave with the surprise blessing of a lifetime. Here in the small village that became a lovely suburb in Hyogo, your father had help to raise you, proud and strong. Your grandfather taught you how to hunt, your affectionately named obaa-san gave you cookies, while your father reviewed your studies. Together, those days were filled with a sepia toned warmth you have searched for in others.

High school graduation from Inarizaki had snuck up on you just like your acceptance letter. Three years were spent with the gardening club along with being often

friendly toward your father’s favorite student spor, volleyball. More frequently than not, you were always in the same classes as a soon to be dedicated captain. Graying locks, out grown black tips were a signature look for the robotic boy who, when you’re selling flowers at the spring club fair, he buys a crown instead. Aran, the ace, suddenly grabs hold of the twin terrors and efficiently shoos them away muttering a warning: “I will not let you two ruin this for Kita-san.”

You’re seen animatedly talking to Kita talking about orchids and how the ivy in his hands aren’t poisonous. Intricately laid in the vines are striking mock orange blossoms and a few moon flowers. Their buds stand out because they almost blend in with his hair.

“Thanks again for supporting the gardening club,” you smile. “See you in class Monday?”

“Mm,” Kita nods.

He’s someone’s taking a step back to let others pass, but alas, with the crown in hand, he gives himself and his heart enough time to calm down. Except when Gingama and Suna ambush him at the takoyaki stand.

“You backed out,” suna teases. “You’re still not going to confess even after you bought the crown?”

The rest of the team eventually meets up at the courtyard and decide, despite what kita says, they each hatch a plan to meddle, but not really… more like a nudge in the right direction.

However, their sport season begins, you tend to the academics so as to make sure Aran and Kita don’t fall too far behind. Nationals that year were tough, you remember watching the game at home, wishing Tokyo wasn’t a twelve hour drive. By then you have exchanged phone numbers with kita. You recall texting him encouraging words and it was enough to quell the disappointment in his brow.

Graduation day comes and you’re ready to embark on the next chapter of your young adult life. Kita says he’s going to major in agriculture so he can resume ownership of the farm he had inherited. You? You wanted to go into research chemistry for the development of vaccines. It’s the main thesis for your application letter, so off you two did branch out into the world.

The next time you meet Kita was the funeral service for your grandfather. Your father dons his dress uniform and you a simple, a-lined skirt with wine colored tunic. Your black robe is laid in tied and open as you greet the attendees. Your granny is red-eyed, but at peace; your father is stiffly making polite talk with the parents of the Miya’s and even Aran’s mother. Kita receives a text via his old friends as his truck pulls up in the driveway informing him via all the adults present you were here. You, whose brilliance was a bit dimmer today; you who had hands covered in scars from the various thorns from gardening club which shrunk over time; you whose hugs made him feel invincible after an upsetting loss; you were back home for who knows how long and like a child, despite the circumstances, Kita thanks the universe you’re on door duty. He brings a small offering of oranges and peaches. There is a small two cup sack of the rice from his fields, it’s one he used to drop off for your grandmother and your grandfather was too ill to walk to the market. You thank the couple that walked in a few seconds before your eyes lock on an old friend. Time has been kind to his features as you take in his broader self, arms more toned due to the rice sacks you know he drops off at Samu’s restaurant, dress pants straining a little bit from sitting in the truck for a few minutes longer, sunkissed skin exposed by the satin sheen of his navy dress shirt which looks the most expensive part of how outfit… and he’s walking directly to you.

“Hi,” his voice is like the wind. Chill and soft in nature. He holds up the offering plate and instead of taking it off his hands right away, you show him your gratitude with a shaky lip and glistening eyes. You knew how much your grandfather liked playing chess with Kita whenever he came over for study hours. Your grandmother chats with his on the weekends when you observe practice or help Aran reign in the Miyas and Suna. Perhaps your heart truly feels the grief and reality your grandfather is in the afterlife when Kita shows up. He places the small bowl a top where the photo is, whispers an endearing word or two, then be sauntered back to where you’re relieved by your granny. She is heard saying to take a break, gripping your shoulders she turns you around to politely push you to where kita is halfway crossing the floor to meet you.

“Thank ya fer comin’,” You say, a sniffle escapes your lips. “Gramps loved playing ‘gainst ya the most.”

“I had a great teacher,” he curls his forefinger to wipe away a stubborn tear from your cheek. “An’ great teachers shouldn’t look angelic when they cry.”

A blubbery chortle this time tells him you still got a sense of humor.

“Kita Shinsuke, are ya hittin’ on me at my grandfather’s wake?”

“Are ya checking me out the second I walked in, YLN, YN?”

“Touché.”

Kita chuckles before briefly standing beside you, a hand of yours reaches for his to hold. You needed help walking with a brave smile as guests and the like wonder if either the YLN-girl and Kita’s boy finally chose to expose a secret well kept. Perhaps not right at this second, but a day and a half later, you’re invited to visit the farm Kita runs.

It’s nearly daybreak as the headlights of your car illuminate the eastern side of the house. You haven’t been awake this early since he asked you to watch the winter meteor shower with him; your friends don’t know about what happened afterwards. It’s not like they needed to know how you fell asleep together in the back of the dance truck he drives now, nor do they need to know how you kissed his cheeks telling him he’s your favorite player that year. And they especially don’t need to know how you’ve managed to bury your first-love emotions until they bubble over when he guides your lips against his.

“Mornin’ dear,” a salutation sweeter than heaven reaches your ears.

His palms cradle your head backwards to see your lively expression turn auspiciously breathtaking with the way you hold both of his wrists; your shirt and capri pajama athleisure wear and black flats are simple reminders of how your style always was classic to him; compared to you, a white shirt, striped egg shell pajama pants sans footwear is the best dressed the man can be at four forty-one in the morning.

“Taidama Shinsuke,” your lips tickle his palms as you encourage him to slide his lips against yours again.

“Okierire, YN,” his arms adjust as they travel down your back and you’re pushed against him a little more.

This time, he pours years of unrefined love into your waiting lips, confessing how he had meant to do this ages ago, but the reality of you kissing him back has him stumbling backwards into his house with you mumbling a, “I was dense as hell then.”

You pout when he laughs, making sure you recall the sound before taking your hand in his and guiding you to the back porch. Passing the kitchen, you briefly see the photo his parents took on graduation day, Kita’s school pin proudly sits next to a hair pin when you are standing side by side. It’s a detail you notice when you and him were on a video call. He tells you to come back home soon, you scoff asking if he misses you then.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

When you’re resting your head on his shoulder, you ask him if he still missed you these last couple of years.

“O’course I did,” his voice is laced in sincerity as you distance yourself from him a bit to see how his eyes don’t lie. “Didn’t know when ya were comin’ back, didn’t write me for days… a man could’ve died without hearing’ from someone like you.”

“Shin, I’m here now, a little late, but I made it home ok,” you rest a palm on his chest as you take a half step back toward him. “I ain’t leaving fer a good while.”

Those rises of his blink back reflections of a hopeful you. You’re still in the doorway of his room before you’re scooped up in his arms like a royal. Saying something really slick, you’re tossed on to the bed, laughing as his kisses turn more playful and yours are a bashful coy variety.

So when the dawn does break over the horizons, you’re still lip locked by the same person who believed in love the moment he met you.

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Seasonal Calendar |o.

Kidnapping 2

• July 17 •

Warnings : Fluff

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“Where's Taehyung?

- We thought he was with you chief.

- That dirty little…”

Jungkook runs a feverish hand through his hair as he takes a breath to calm himself, looking at his phone, already showing him the last three messages indicating his lateness for the most important meeting for any self-respecting mobster. He runs his hand through his hair again before simply letting his tongue click against the roof of his mouth and turning his back, joining the entrance to the Jeon estate with a rather annoyed step.

“If you see him, tell him I'll be back in two hours. No nonsense, and no sugar until I get there.”

The door slams rather violently in the face of Jungkook's exit, and finally Taehyung steps out from behind the curtain to the amused looks of the servants. He thanks them kindly before dashing off to the back garden, waiting for Jungkook to leave, but the Jeon's noisy car makes no noise, making him wrinkle his nose as a hand grips his shoulder.

“Did you think you could get away this time? Let's go.

- But I hate meetings, they're long and boring, can't I stay here instead?

- No, you can't. I told Namjoon you'd be here, and he counted you among the guests.

- Tell him I'm sick? A splitting headache.

- If you come now, you can have an ice cream when we get home.

- And a dog?”

A deep breath passes Jungkook's nose, almost instantly regretting the idea of having indulged his whim again. But the mobster couldn't help it; ever since the man had come into his life, he'd done nothing but say yes to her every request. Time had passed since the allergy attack, six months exactly, if Jungkook was to be believed, incredibly much according to absolutely everyone in the house. The cruel, cold man who only cared about himself and his money had finally opened his heart to someone else, Taehyung had made him friendlier, more open, more smiling. No, he didn't think twice about shooting someone, but he did have a thought about how sad Taehyung would be to learn that the man had died, so he was careful about who and why he ended the life. It was a complicated situation to manage at first, Taehyung being a real stubborn head case and Jungkook an ego-stroking kid, cohabitation had been an ordeal for the first two months, before he and Taehyung had an argument. Not a small, tender and friendly quarrel, no. A veritable hurricane, a storm, where the cries went up and down the entire estate, as long as no one dared to speak out or interfere. The master had never been so angry in his life, and no one wanted to interfere. Even if some of the staff, rather hesitantly, had floated the idea of preventing him from killing Taehyung, so that the happiness he felt would continue forever.

“You never do anything for me! I sit here like a vase, waiting for you to tell me what to do! This is no life!

- My house, my rules! If they don't suit you, then go and see if someone else can deal with your shitty temper better than I can!”

The shouting had stopped after this sentence, obviously, Jungkook didn't mean a word of what he'd said, he'd certainly die of Taehyung going elsewhere especially because of his bad temper, but the man had taken it personally. First his eyes went wide, then slowly his mouth opened. Then nothing, Taehyung had only nodded gently, indicating that he was taking his leave of the conversation. And that was all. He calmly left the master's room, as everyone looked on in amazement, before returning to the room he hadn't used in a long time. In a small voice, he asked a servant to prepare it for him, and to bring him his meal there now. And Jungkook had driven the nail in without really knowing why.

“Of course. Make your victim. Go ahead. He'll get over it.”

It wasn't true, it hadn't “passed quickly” as Jungkook had said, and if on the first day he was still reeling from anger, the days that followed were all worry and self-mortification, waiting almost desperately for Taehyung's door to open. Which it never did. For the first week, he let him sulk without saying too much, looking at the place from time to time, passing by every day, speaking loudly to make Taehyung understand that it was all right, he'd understood, he didn't need to make up his mind anymore. But nothing worked, so in the second week, Jungkook tried again and again to knock, explaining that Taehyung could come out now, but still no words, no sign. So Jungkook forced open the bedroom door, searching for his hostage, who was no longer really a hostage, before joining him in bed, where he was curled up in a ball, wrapped around a stuffed toy he'd found on the floor. Taehyung hadn't reacted when Jungkook had taken him in his arms, stroking his back tenderly, trying to calm him down.

“I'm sorry I got carried away. Please, Jungkook. Don't let it go to your head, will you?

- I don't want to be a burden to you. Or act like one.

- You're not a burden, you're not a problem. You can do as you please, okay?

- No, you can't. Otherwise you'll get angry again, yell at me… and make me leave your life.

- I'm never going to cut you out of my life. Okay?”

Taehyung had nodded softly, before returning his embrace, his eyes wet with tears, swollen from crying so much. From that day on, Jungkook never really scolded Taehyung, accepting his every little whim without really flinching. He didn't want to live through the horror of not having his lover in his bed, in his arms, it was far too cruel even for a heartless guy like him. So, as usual, he accepted anything from Taehyung: an ice cream as promised, and a dog. The pet shop was full of cute little heads, and Jungkook let Taehyung run around with a smoldering look of benevolence on his little Boy.

“Just one Taehyung. No more.

- I know, I know!”

Taehyung puffed out his cheeks under the adult's stern words, before looking at each little cage, to see if he could find his new best friend, his fingers finally settling on the glass he was obviously looking forward to, the glass he'd fallen in love with, the one that would make him crack, forget all the other adorable little furballs. This little dog was perfect, adorable with his beige coat, his little black eyes looking downcast, sure that no one would ever look at him. Taehyung had to frown at the tiny handwriting: Pomerian. He turns to Jungkook with stars in his eyes as he joins him.

“Have you made your choice?

- I want this one.

- Are you sure? No regrets afterwards?

- No regrets. No regrets. I want this one. I'm sure.”

A nod from Jungkook, and he turns to look for a salesman, when he indicates which one Taehyung wants, the man tenses, looks at the glass with some disgust before giving a forced smile.

“Unfortunately, it's not for sale.

- Yet it has a price.

- Someone must have forgotten to remove it. Young man, you'd better find another one. We have lots of Pomerians, why don't you go and see them and make your choice?

- But I want this one.”

The big, beaten-shit eyes know where to turn to get the last word, and Jungkook looks at the obviously unscrupulous salesman. He pinches his lower lip before slowly nodding his head, a thin smile on his face, the kind that sends a chill down the spine, meaning he's already reached his limit, even though he's never spoken before.

“Why can't my husband have this dog?

- Unfortunately, sir, this dog is sick. He'll only get you into trouble.

- But he looks like he's going to be fine!

- We'll take him anyway.

- I'm not sure…

- I said. We'll take it anyway.”

The tone is dry, it doesn't take a genius to understand the looming threat, so the man moves towards the puppy. At first reluctant, both man and animal glare at each other, before he lets Taehyung take the beast with a look of disgust. Taehyung is quick to take his new best friend, and the love at first sight seems mutual, as the hitherto inactive little dog seems to have come back to life. Jungkook smiles, pleased to see his lover satisfied. But he remains attentive to the sales assistant, who doesn't seem so friendly after all. On the way to the checkout, Jungkook is the one who stops on a second window, behind the little face of another dog, a Doberman this time, winking at him. And Taehyung looks amused, seeming to want to tease him.

“- Didn't you said only one dog?

- It's just a dog for you.

- Oh, so you'll take it? We could also take a cat. And a fish?

- … Fish it is. But just three.”

Taehyung's cry of joy echoes with the little pomeranian's bark, as he runs to see what kind of fish he'd like to have in the parent's room. Finally, Jungkook emerges with a bigger and more expensive ticket than he'd thought, and Taehyung has two dogs in his arms.

“- Do you have a name for your dog?

- Yeontan!

- And for the fish?

- One, two, three.”

[hyukabean]

enemies to lovers trope w/ idol!skz

req — none!!

nana’s notes — my fav trope! way too long as always (5k rip). i struggled to find a reason for some of the boys, especially chan lol feedback is always welcome ^^

warning(s) — cursing? (does that count??) a lil suggestive at times! ps. tried keeping it gender neutral!! i am still used to writing fem!reader, so if i ever slip up, (since this is still unedited), lmk!

definitely unedited.

bang chan

you’re hannah’s bestfriend and are currently interning at jyp; chan doesn’t exactly know how to feel about you being so close to his baby sister, and he, unintentionally, makes for a lot of awkward interactions between you three

you just graduated high school and now, boom everyone just excepts you know what you wanna do?? what are you a fortune teller? a genie??

but!! you and hannah became online friends by coincidence a while back and y’all are besties now!!

after venting to her for a while, she was like “bro, wanna do an internship to figure out your life a bit?”

and you were like “aight bet”

so here you are now, doing a summer internship at jyp of all places! and tbh you were having so much fun!

until you met chan, who ironically enough was your bias

out of respect for your bestie, you never really brought skz up, eventhough she knew you were a fan ofc

you’d never want her to feel taken advantage of:<

chan on the other hand, didn’t really ask enough questions?

he thought is was kinda sus how hannah’s bestie was a stay and got an internship at jyp (once again, lacking info massively-)

so he’d try to be super friendly but it just be awkward?

big bro things ig-

“hey! i got you iced matcha since i’m on break, wanna go sit outside? weather’s nice!”

and hannah’s like:D yes!!

but then chan’s is like?? what if they kill her????

“so y/n! what’s your favorite song on I AM: who?”

you blink at him

“h-huh?”

hannah face palms, apologizing on his behalf quietly, “shut up chan…”

“uhm… ‘voices’ probably? though awkward silence is probably more fitting……”, you mutter the last part

it happens again and again so you ask hannah about it

and she’s like: “he’sreallyprotectiveandthinksyoureusingme? ahahahaha…”

and you go: “oh… </3”

because you put some much effort in to make sure that’s not the case yk???? plus he was your bias-

eventually you “resign” 2 weeks early and just spend the rest of the time going around korean with hannah!

and chan felt super bad… not only because you were his sister’s best friend and he was hella awkward, but also cause you’re cute?

he knew it was wrong, but the more he thought back to it, the more he realized how intuitive? understanding? helpful you were?? always assisting everyone perfectly

hannah does eventually catch on and she is a bit pissed cause like, seriously? my best friend, chan?? 🤨

“as long as i don’t have to watch you two way each other’s faces…”

her thought process was, ‘if they get married, no in-law drama’

she loves her bro so she gives him your number

he hits you up and eventually, after apologizing, he does ask to meet up and get to know you a bit better

you ofc can’t just be like, yea!! before asking hannah

she ofc agrees and appreciates you asking:)

and now, months in the future after you’ve gotten your uni business sorted out, you’re sitting on his lap, listening to him edit some track:3

hannah still gags everytime you two make eye contact but hey, we love a supportive tsundere bestie <3

lee minho

since jyp’s wifi and electricity are always going out, you, an engineering major, do chan a favor and fix it while your in the building (;)), this means, someone is constantly messing with the lights while minho is trying to practice

as a fan who’s also one of chan’s closest friends, you could positively say, chris was equally as annoyed with the wifi situation as stay are

you happen to be studying engineering and learning about electricity, smoldering, and such, is kinda part of the skill set;

soooo, you, bless your soul, sit with chan during his lives, and whenever he sends you a text or drops any hints, you fix the wifi for him

the whole lights going out business was kinda new, but hey, it’s jypapi what else is to be excepted

and so, whenever you go to fix it, you’ve got to mess with the lights for like a solid 10 minutes!! super tiring but anything to see chan go from :( —> :D right?

wrong. (well no ofc not but yk-) minho fucking hates those 10 minutes with a passion !!

“who’s the little bitch that’s messing with the lights again, huh>:( i thought the among us hype was over”

“i got the imposter!” “hyunjin sHUT UP”

istg this boy would rather dance in darkness smh

he’s complained to hyunjin and jisung about it plenty of times

but never to chan, come on, the man’s stressed enough already!! (awww caring minho everyone:))) )

i luv sungie and jinnie w/ all my heart ofc but….

they didn’t exactly give him the best advice?

perspective thing ig-

either way, it ended with minho lurking in one of the supply closets, waiting for the culprit you to show up

“AHA you little fucker”, “e-excuse me?…”, “….aren’t you chan’s friend?”, “aren’t you skz’s minho?….”

awkward to say the least ^^;;

“so let me get this straight, you’re the one who’s been playing irl among us? to help chan?? you’re the one who’s not letting me dance in peace???”

“i-, yes? no? how does one answer this correctly?”

n e wayysss, chan came to look for you cause it’s been like 20 minutes at this point lol

your korean is pretty good, but minho doesn’t know that >:)

“형... 그 친구가 정말 예뻐요” // (“hyung… your friend is really pretty”

chan: o-o —> ;)

you: o-o —> :o —> :>

minho: -^-?? —> ಠ_ಠ —> (@_@)

“thank you~” “fuck-”

suddenly minho doesn’t mind irl among us

he definitely doesn’t take you to am meet his cats as an apology. psshh who’d do that hahaha…

o-o

anyways! y’all chill now

and dating sksjksja-

seo changbin

you and jeongin have been friends for a while now; you needed to improve your korean, and he felt too shy to practice his english with his hyung’s. changbin and you have never really clicked, but when push comes to shove and he breaks chan’s laptop, he desperately needs you to fix it for him

“y/n… why don’t you like hyung? he’s super goofy once you get to know him! have you seen him and felix hyung do aegyo?”

*sigh*

it’s not that you ‘hated’ changbin per se, you two just…. don’t mesh well?

you had immense respective for changbin, though. you liked him a lot as a stay, before you met jeongin; of course now you still thought his talents were incredible, but as a friend? yikes…

bin shared your sentiments; he too thought it was crazy how you could study two such a difficult majors at the same time, in a foreign country, AND befriend jeongin, (he was lowkey jealous since you guys became friends faster than he did)

and yet still, something was off?

he knew deep down, he had not been trying nearly hard enough, but after you had given up, he didn’t see a point in trying either

jeongin, bless his little soul, really does try to make it work!

but it usually just ends with either of you leaving or avoiding each other and hanging out with other members that were present

you’ve contemplated pretending to be friends for i.n’s sake, but you felt it would be disingenuous:((

one fine afternoon, while you were translating and helping jeongin pronounce some of the lines he wanted to say during their upcoming concert:

“oh thank god, y/n! i need your help, please!”

jeongin ofc is like ^^ “psst y/n! he’s asking you for help! go bond!!” (spolier alert: i.n knew you found him kinda cute, and bby does not know how to whisper:D)

you smiled awkwardly and were like?? ‘changbin never looks this disheveled’ :((

“you okay? you seem kinda off”, you were mostly just confused

until he pulls out a 7/11 plastic bag, with want looked to be chan’s laptop

“yep, that’ll do it…”

jeongin gasps, “hyung!!! he’s gonna kill you if be finds out!”

“exactly, so unless you want me dead, and skz to be a 7 member group, please don’t tell him”, he murmurs out, (bby’s just a lil embarrassed)

you nod, understand; “i’m not even gonna ask, but you’re pretty lucky i double major, and i know how to do this…”

“i’ll treat you to literally anything, just please, save my head”

you grinned, it was cute getting to see this side of him for once:))

“no worries changbin, i’ve got this”

*cue jeongin and changbin starting at you, and occasionally leaning over in fear*

after a solid 4 hours, and two coffee breaks, you had successfully fixed his laptop!

“try running it first”, you chucked at his cheers

“his password is ‘bang-chris’ and his date of birth”, changbin sighed playfully, wiping away the tears

“and to think he’s technically still gen-z”, you played along, entering

he took you out for dinner, and an evening walk after that as a thank you, definitely no other reasons

he uh certainly didn’t think it was cute how a stubborn strand if your hair would continuously fall into your face, or how you’d puff your cheeks in frustration every once in a while, ahem.

jeongin, in typical maknae fashion, teases the crap out of you two 24/7

but you two are good now! and pinning after each other, but yk!

also, chan never found out? like?? sir there’s a massive dent on the bottom but okay?

“hyung’s getting old, he needs glasses now…” “jeongin, what-”, “it’s best you don’t know”

hwang hyunjin

you a felix are the best of friends! you and hyunjin on the other hand, just don’t get along, plain and simple. y’all can’t be a room together for more than 5 minutes before breaking out into a cat fight, and honestly, the members are tired of it

it’s really not all that deep; you and hyunjin just don’t like each other

whenever you go to see lix, it’s become normal to hear some sort of passing snarky remark, some statement about what you’re wearing or your personality, anything really

felix was at a loss, after all, hyunjin usually just dips when he doesn’t like someone, so why was he like this with you?

jisung and chan were almost certain he liked you

“oh come on, look at the way he’s looking at them! besides, hyunjin hating you is actually scary…”, jisung shivers, thinking back to their pre-debut days

felix agrees, “y/n’s probably just giving back the same energy… muhahaha my time to play cupid”

grins for like an entire day looking like —> >:]

the reason was he was acting like this towards someone he clearly liked, was unclear to them

but boy, were they dead set on finding und out!

and so, here you are, stuck in a closet, listening to a smug changbin twirl the keys, the threat of keeping you locked in there until you spoke to each other on his lips

not only that, but there’s like… no room there

so you’re basically laying side to side and on top of each other-

ten minutes in, you stop trying to shuffle around (thank god cause jinnie was strUGGLING), and felix, who was obviously tired of the silence:

“oh my god play 20 questions or something, jeez!”, minho chimed in happily, “we came for the tea, so give us some already!!!!!”

hyunjin got tired of the whining, “so uh… what do you do in your free time?”

you raised an eyebrow, “i… i like listening to music i guess?”, you gave a generic answer, not really wanting to open up to him like this

“seriously? i can’t think of anything duller…”, hyunjin rolled his eyes

on the inside he was dy!! ing!! his fingers itched to show you the playlist he has made you a few weeks back, but a) he was wayyy too shy for that, and b) moving was not a good idea right now

you huffed, rolling your eyes back, not that he could see, “i can…”

felix roared in laughter, clapping his hands a bit, “they got you there jinnie”

hyunjin suppressed a grin, he always liked how much of a smart ass you were

“tch… whatever…”, he leans in, breath hot on your ears, “let’s talk outside, hmm?”

DEFINITELY KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING KSSKSHSJ-

after getting your agreement, he spoke up, “guys, we’ll talk, promise. just let us talk in a… less cramped space”

you guys end up talking all night in his room, and you realize he’s no too bad

after, the two of you do hang out separately from the boys a few times before he confesses (shows you the playlist) and asks you out

“and i thought minho hyung was a tsundere….”, seungmin shook his head

“ew, i miss when my bestie didn’t have their tongue down their my other besties throat”, felix sighs

definitely a cute couple; unexpected, but cute for sure <3

han jisung

getting an intern position at jyp was fantastic; not only have you gotten to meet and close to one of your favorite groups, but you guys even hang out privately now. jisung has always been skeptical of your intentions, especially after finding out you’re a stay. when hate posts start to spread on social media, containing only information a staff member would know, he suspects you

“i wanna grab take out before going home, join us? or are you still feeling sick?”, felix asked, side hugging changbin

jisung rolled his eyes at this

why were they asking you this? aren’t you a little too close to the guys for just being a simple college student intern?

sure, he was impressed at the fact that you managed to put up with chan’s insomnia ridden schedule

and of course being able to run to three separate locations to get the boy’s coffee could not go unmentioned

that being said, he still felt it was unprofessional of you to hang out with them separately

part of him hope you weren’t ill intentioned; that and you’re super attractive, like super super attractive and exactly his type sooooo

but another felt as though you were abusing your close contact to them for personal gain;

ofc he couldn’t be sure, and so he tried not to judge you preemptively

did that work??? not really.

but a+ for effort right:)

last week had been great! you went out with felix and changbin to eat, chan had shown you a small preview of their new title track, and even hyunjin had offered to teach you a choreo you’d been shying away from for years

all was well, and you with school giving you a little break, you’d rarely felt better!

when you came in on monday, chaos was high at jyp

apparently someone had leaked private videos of the boy

nothing crazy, thank god, like them changing, but it was clear the boys had not consented to them

along with the images and footage, dates of upcoming events and two of the manager’s numbers were leaked

chan was furious to say the least, and he immediately called you to help him analyze the images/videos, hoping you’d catch something he and the other staff hadn’t

“why did you call them? it was probably their fault this leaked”, jisung huffed at chan, upset the lyrics he’d worked so hard on were captured on video

chan’s eyes widened, “oi, han jisung, aren’t you going a bit far?”, he pulls up a portion of the footage, “y/n was sick that day, remember? this was the photo shoot they missed. plus, they’ve never spoken to manager kim or cho. you’re way out of line here”.

jisung followed the leader’s gaze, noting that indeed, the day he had been forced to cosplay as a red highlighter, you were missing

(secretly he was thankful, he was kind of embarrassed at the fish nets top)

“s-shit… y/n, look-”

rolling your eyes you cut him off, “this isn’t where you guys normally get your make up done, no?”

chan nods, not quite following

“see the balloons in the back? maybe if we zoom in, we can at least get a glimpse of the person. and if i remember correctly, this room was going to be used for itzy; in that hallway there should be cctv footage available on both ends”, you spoke, pulling up the map you had initially made on your ipad not to get lost, but eventually just developed as a pass time.

he grinned, high-fiving you, “you’re a godsend y/n!”

to make a long story short; one of the external staff members had recorded and leaked the footage, so you were, obviously, in the clear.

legal charges would be pressed for multiple contractual violations but you had gotten praised and thanked for your quick thinking

“the police would’ve probably never gotten to actually taking a look at the footage”, one of the managers laughed, “but now i have an excuse to buy a new phone without my wife being too upset”

things were going well!

jisung on the other hand felt like shit:(

acting out like that was so unlike him; hyunjin even joked about not having seen him talk like that since their pre-debut days, to which han just :< —> :(((

with the help of chan, he eventually gets you alone and apologizes sincerely

he had come to the conclusion that part of his “hatred” towards you was fumed by genuine fear for skz’s wellbeing,

but the other part was the fear that he had of being rejected by you

“why didn’t you just so?”, you had accepted his apology, but you did want to get him back just a bit

“i don’t know jisung, you’re kinda asking a lot of me right now. a date? hmmm”

he just, @-@, “okay, i understand…”

after laughing at him you eventually do agree to go out together with him:))) and he just goes full anime blush you jaksjsk-

lee felix

felix has always been a super affectionate and cuddly person, especially with chan; but lately, he’s been spending an awful lot of time with you, and felix can’t help but resent you for it just a tiny bit

felix is not a bad person, he never wishes harm on anyone, you included

and as angel-like as he may look, he’s still a person like everyone else, and prone to jealousy at times

“sorry lix, looks like we’ll have to watch that movie another time!”, “aww sorry felix, hannah, y/n, and i are going to a concert”, “my bad lixie, i already have a hang out planned with y/n tonight, and i might sleep over… but we can talk tomorrow!”

chan, his honorary older brother, had been dipping on him a little (lot) more than usual

but he couldn’t blame him! he hadn’t seen you in a while

felix had been introduced to you, and he thought you were amazing in every conceivable way!!

he almost disliked you for it, or so it seemed to you when he avoided you religiously

felix’s jealousy stemmed from his own insecurities; he felt as though chan and you were both incredible!

you could make him laugh so easily! shouldn’t he be the one doing that? after spending so many years with chan???

these days his insecurities often get the best of him, especially since he already wasn’t feeling the best

was he really that unlovable? ‘of course, channie deserves someone better…’

lix would never want to make you someone, especially chan, feel bad for having friends and being close to them; his jealousy made him want to curl up into a ball and hide, so he did

even you could tell something was up with him

chris was running late, so, as per usual, you waited in his studio

“hyung! have you see-, oh… sorry…”, felix backs out slowly, voice lower than usual

you’re like:(( why you no like me sir ㄱ(-^-)

“wait! uh i know it’s not really my place to ask but… are you okay?”

after a lil bit of pushing, he eventually sits down with you and admits to feeling just a littttle jealous

“sorry if i made you feel weird, not cool…”

you shake your head, “no worries. would you uhm like to hang out with us today maybe?”

now it’s chan who doesn’t get to see lix and you any more dkshsk-

you both got super close!! as time passed, he found himself glancing at your lips a lil too long

or watching the reflection of light in your eyes with a bit too much fondness for it to be considered platonic

you end up asking him on a date after getting a chris style pep talk, and boom

two cuties are now going out together:)))

kim seungmin

seungmin has always been observant, and he can’t help but feel that you’re bubbly nature was a bit too unprofessional as a staff member; on the other hand, his “rudeness” and disinterest in most things, made you feel uneasy. the lack of communication seems to act as a catalyst for plenty of arguments…

“would it kill you to shut up?”, he huffed

“would it kill to take that stick out of your ass?”, you whispered back, “and i thought retail was bad…”

you and seungmin always argue

it’s like;;;; a natural law almost

a^2 + b^2 = c^2

stoichiometry is ass (lowkey kinda fun though-)

n you and puppy boy can’t get off each other’s backs

chan would always laughed about it

he knew that although this job was only part time for you, you were meticulous

you go y/n!!

seungmin on the other hand saw you as some sort of free loader with way too much mouth

TLDR: you two couldn’t be kept in the same room without arguing

“good morning! anything i can help with?”

“could you ask her to leave please?”

the other staff awkwardly glanced at you

“have your self a wonderful day, yeah kim?

instead, you’d try to work with other members, grab them their coffee, find the right tools for the stylists, just listening to them

but of course not without the back track that is kim seungmin in the buildingggg

the bitch was indeed present and you were tired of hearing it

literally anything you’d do was too loud or spontaneous

“hey i might actually take my 15 later”

cuts off the staff, “and inconvenience everyone? how unprofessional, you’re a real piece of work y/n”

eventually, you stopped having fun at work, not wanting to argue on days where college work already piled up

“not talking today? what, cat got your tongue?”

“no, i’m doing what evolution did”

“huh?”

“ignore you”

chan frowned, it seemed like you had genuinely taken his words to heart:((

everyone knew seungmin didn’t actually care about professionalism or volume, (i mean have you met han?)

but he wanted a reason to talk to you, even if he didn’t know it himself

during their next break, chan gently guided minnie, not having deemed it necessary until now

he basically said, ‘hey lil bro we all know you think y/n is cute. maybe actually try talking to them instead of just… you know, insulting them??’

“hey uh, i got you a drink?”

“is it poisoned??”

“no?”

“you’d be doing me a favor either way… thanks i guess”

over time, you two started genuinely bonding and hanging out 1-1

eventually it just lips out that he likes you

and you’re like: :o

he’s like: :0

and when you’re like: :3

and know you two are holding hands and chan regrets ever opening his mouth:)

yang jeongin

beomgyu and you had met by coincidence, but you had clicked and kept in contact. recently, he had introduced you to his other 01z friends, among them jeongin, who wasn’t thrilled. seeing one of his fans being friends with his best friend, he can’t help but assume the worst.

beomgyu and met in a convenience store by pure coincidence

he heard you talking on the phone about not being able to find a certain snack, and boom, he hands it over to you at the speed of light

(choi beomgyu everyone <3)

it was obvious you were a moa by the keychain on your bag, but you didn’t recognize him at first

you thanked him, and offered to pay for his soda can

long story short, y’all end up getting pretty close!!

you tried not to rub being a fan of him and his friends into his face, so you only brought it up, when he did

sooner rather than later, he found you not only stan skz, but also bias i.n., aka his bestie

and because you couldn’t attend their concert, and were kinda :< about it

he plans a meeting with you, him, and the three other boys!

you refuse, not wanting to ever make gyu think that’s the reason you’re friends with him

but he decided to just not tell you and invite you over after that!

master mind beomgyu strikes again;)

and you’d think nothing could go wrong, right?

afterall, you guys are at HYBE, behind closed doors, there’s plenty of food, and the boys arr chill, riiiight?

EHHHHN WRONG

see, jeongin wasn’t taking well to the whole idea

to be fair, gyu did tell him, but he forgot they wouldn’t be alone

he watched as you spoke to gyu, how you guys had inside jokes, or how he knew just what type of snacks you liked

you were, without a doubt cute, but, what were your true intention?

“i don’t know beomgyu, isn’t they’re a bit… too nice?”, “jeongin, what-”

he frowns at you the entire night, ignoring any and all of your attempts to have small talk or pleasantries

shrugging him off, you focus on having a good time with your friend

later, after coming back to the bathroom, you over hear jeongin talking to gyu again:

“can’t you see they’re just using you beomgyu? it’s obvious they wants in on this-, this lifestyle, whatever you want to call him”

you huff, shaking your head at him: “shouldn’t you trust your friend’s judgement just a little more?”

he’s kinda stunned, but doesn’t relent, “no, i’m just being careful”

he was right somehow, but still, you scoffed, “be careful all you want then, i’m not sticking around”

and you leave &-&

you being the good friend you are, send a message to gyu on your way home, thanking him and apologizing for how the night ended, eventhough it wasn’t exactly your fault

gyu shows jeongin the texts he had where you told him you didn’t want to meet

jeongin is like:< “b-but i thought-, was i mean?… oh no:((((”

so, he asks gyu for your number to apologize

‘this is yang jeongin’

‘i was wanted to apologize for yesterday, i was out of line…’

‘could i treat you to something as an apology?’

that’s how you guys end up in the jyp cafeteria, (away from the eyes of dispatch lmfao), with iced matcha and a piece of cake!!

“so, i heard i’m your bias”, “jeongin, shUT THE-”

all’s well that ends well!!

jeongin does take you out a few times after that, as… ‘friends’

but after a few months he does eventually ask you out on a date:D he was a lil shy but yk~

© hyukabean all rights reserved. - do not translate my work, claim it as your own, and/or repost on any platform

[timotheechlamett]

INNOCENCE LOST

Request: Going to a slytherin party ending w smutty smut everything in detail! I love you writing so much!

3.1K WORDS - to my anon, don’t ask me to drag some shit out cause I will. EASILY 😌

WARNINGS: graphic smut, loss of virginity, Regulus Black x Fem OC, soft/ mean dom!Regulus Black, praise, degradation, angst.

if i missed anything pls let me know, also did not proofread whatsoever. Requests are always open, I’ll write just about anything.

my entire inspiration goes to this gem + the ask

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“AND REGULUS BLACK CAPTURES THE GOLDEN SNITCH!”

Every house showed up to witness the brutal beating of the Slytherin v. Gryffindor game, and for the first time in years— Slytherin beat Gryffindor.

Quidditch matches were the least interesting thing to me, but I came to support to my brother.

A roar from across the stadium deafening all those around. I couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across my face. Eventually everyone made their way down the stands and back to the castle.

Me, Dani, and Val make our way to the Slytherin locker rooms waiting outside the doors for Evan.

“He’s gonna be so excited! I can’t wait to see his beautiful face.” Val gushes as she clutches her hands together, “Ew, please refrain from brother talk.” I scrunch my face at her comment, “I still can’t believe you actually find the vermin attractive.”

“Oh you’re just jealous you haven’t found someone yet.” She looks back with a devious grin, Dani snickering at the comment.

“That’s not true! I-I have someone in mind..” I trail off.

“Dreams don’t count Y/N, you have to actually pursue them.” Dani and Val look at me once again.

I furrow my eyebrows in a half-angry, half-embarrassed manner, “You’ll never get him if you don’t tell him.” Val points out, I turn the opposite way hyper focusing on the wall.

It was a never ending game of cat and mouse with him. We would both flirt to no end, even a couple over-friendly touches here and there, but nothing more than that. Hell, I hadn’t even been fingered until last year.

It was horrible.

Just as quickly as I turn my back Evan ventures to the hall, followed by Demeter, Lucius, and Regulus. Val and Dani give their congratulations to each as they drone on about the game.

Speak to him.

Say something!

I look up and my eyes meet Regulus’,’ eyes, “How does it feel to singlehandedly claim victory?” I smirk towards him, the corners of his lips pull into a similar smirk.

“Absolutely brilliant.” He bares his perfect smile, “Are you coming to the party?” He leans against the wall bringing himself closer to me.

“Oh you guys have to! We even invited all the Gryffindors.” Evan exclaims, we both turn our heads, “I know you aren’t much of a party person-“, He looks towards me then to Dani and Val, “I’’m hoping you two can drag her out for a night.”

They exchange a look, “We’ll be there.” they say in unison.

“I guess I’ll be there.” I let out a breathy chuckle, he pushes off the wall handing me the winning snitch, taking a quill from his bag and writing on a ripped piece of parchment. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks from the slight contact.

“I guess I’ll see you later then, little Rosier.” He hands me the scrap and walks towards the group of boys in the distance.

But the snitch-“

“Keep it!” He yells down the corridor.

When they were at a safe distance, “What does it say!” Val snatches it from me.

Dani shakes her head and snatches it back handing it to me, “We need to get ready now if we want to go,” She turns her gaze to me, “Especially considering this one,” She looks me up and down, “Needs work.”

“Why do I need work?” I put on my best pout, slipping the paper into my pocket.

“Come on!” Val pulls us towards my dorm.

——

Our shoes are loud against the concrete of the dungeon, I let them convince me to wear a daring outfit that Evan would absolutely disapprove of. My makeup done naturally with a little edge.

The vibration of the music seeping into my bones from a good distance. It was a miracle McGonagall hadn’t come by. I follow closely behind my friends as we reach the Slytherin common room.

“Password?” A voice calls.

We all share a look of confusion, almost panicked.

The note.

I step up to the painting, pulling the paper out, ‘Ad sepulchrumtum.”

“To the grave.” Val smiles to Dani, “That’s Slytherin for you.” Dani giggles out.

“I guess what happens tonight stays down here, right?” Val looks to both of us as the painting opens.

The music thumps through my ears as we make our way inside, flashing green strobes, smoke, and the smell of alcohol fills my senses as we venture deeper into the room.

“There’s Evan!” Val yells to us.

We follow her in a line, but not before stopping to get a drink on the way. Once we reach the corner they occupy, I tend to my drink gulping almost half down before bringing my eyes to meet the ones staring us down.

Evan envelops me in a hug pulling me off my feet, “Little sister! You finally came to party with the big dogs!” He twirls me before setting me down, “I make it my mission to get you absolutely plastered.”

I laugh crossing one ankle over the other to prevent my clothing riding up.

Why did Val insist I wear such a short skirt?

——

Evan brings shots over for everyone, I down mine quickly survey the room. Demeter making a fool of himself on the dance floor, Evan doubling back for more shots, Lucius animatedly explaining the quidditch match to some 5th years, finally my eyes cross Regulus.

Far too close to a 7th year, his top three buttons undone, onyx necklace hanging between the two sides of his collar. He takes a long pull from his drink before he looks up from her, sending me a wink.

Prick.

I couldn’t help the jealousy burning in my throat like bile.

I even spot Sirius Black and Remus Lupin in the midst of the snakes— Not that he’d turn down a party to begin with. James Potter and Lily Evans dancing nearby like their life depends on it.

I drag my eyes back to Sirius. His chocolate curls falling a bit longer than Regulus, he was slightly shorter than the younger heir, his eyes just as hazel, almost grey. They didn’t look all that different, but Sirius was a pompous ass, Regulus was more reserved.

Sirius’ eyes meet mine then flicker towards his brother, as Evan brings over the next ounce or two of Firewhsikey.

I tilt my head to the side and grin at the boy, throwing back the small vial of alcohol. If I couldn’t get Regulus’ attention one way, there was always another. Right?

Sirius weaves his way through the crowd stopping before me, the gaggle of snakes cursing him mentally as I pick up my original cup.

This is wrong.

Of course it’s wrong.

“You look quiet ravishing.” Sirius purrs.

“I could say the same.” I take another sip.

He glances at Evan, who’s unsurprisingly sending daggers, “Do you want to dance?” I turn his face towards me.

It’s too late.

“Absolutely.” He lets out coolly.

‘Cigarettes and tiny little bottles’

The music blasts above as I grip his hand from behind me, the alcohol drawing out my confidence.

Liquid courage the muggles say.

‘Just what you’d expect inside a new Balenciaga’

I turn to wrap my arm around his neck, swaying my hips to the music letting loose for once. I close my eyes before turning around and lacing my fingers through his.

I could feel his head faced towards where Remus was, who was wearing a scowl— Was he jealous? No. Why would he be jealous?

Out of the corner of my eye I see Regulus removes the girl off his lap, he pushes bystanders out of the way desperately trying to get to us.

“Well darling, it looks like we both got our way.” Sirius says in my ear with a smirk, we break apart and he goes to Remus. I decide its time for another drink.

Before Regulus can reach me I’m already halfway to the table full of alcohol. My fingers run over the various bottles, stopping on a bottle of Beetle Berry. I quickly pour 2 fingers for myself in a glass.

“A bit out of character, don’t you think?” I feel his presence behind me, goosebumps rising on my skin.

I turn to Regulus, “Says the boy with a blonde.” I deadpan, “You and Sirius though? Very odd couple if I say so myself.” He spits.

A smirk plays on my face, “Regulus Black, are you jealous?” I muse, taking a sip from my cup I turn to face him.

There wasn’t a hint of playfulness in his expression, if I was smart I would’ve been worried, but the alcohol I’d consumed gave me a copious amount of confidence.

“I don’t belong to you, Regulus, I don’t owe you anything”

“No?” He furrows his eyebrows, “No! You’re such a hypocrite! If I want to flirt with your-“, I feel his hand wrap around my neck, “Say another word and I’ll shut you up myself.” He warns.

I shut my mouth feeling the arousal course through my core, slipping through my folds, like fire consuming paper. He releases me and I look up innocently to meet his cold stare.

“Then why don’t you?”

He clenches his jaw, rolling his shoulders slightly, standing to his full height before taking my wrist in his grip and dragging me through the crowd. Before I can blink we’re in his dorm room.

“Get the fuck out.” Regulus sends a glare to the couple occupying the room. I hide my face by looking to the opposite of them, “Don’t get shy now, you were so bold.” His grip on my wrist goes to the back of my hair making me look up at him.

That same pulsing need bursts throughout me, I almost regret my actions.

“Undress. Now.”, I remove my shoes, top and skirt revealing my white lace undergarments, “Ironic considering you’re no saint-,” He pushes me to sit on the bed, his arms coming down to either side of me. He leans in centimeters away from my face, “I.said.undress.”

Hesitantly I bring my arms back to undo my bra tossing it to the side, afterwards sliding my panties off leaving them at my feet. I can basically feel my own slick running down my thighs at the experience.

Slowly he pushes me onto the mattress setting himself between my thighs throbbing cunt.

His hand comes up to drag a finger across my soaking folds, “Do you want him? Sirius?” He questions pulling a whimper from my throat, repeating the action.

I meet his eyes, “Why would I want Sirius when his brother looks better.” I almost whisper earning a sinister smile from Regulus, “Such a little whore.” He plunges a finger inside my hole.

“I-“ A choked moan leaves me as he curl his finger, adding another leaving me breathless.

“Regulus, t-this is new, I haven’t-“ I choke out and he stops completely, “I’m sorry.”

His expression drastically changes. His face softens, “This is your first time?” He inquires pushing himself to hover above me.

I feel the heat rush to my face, I avoid his eye contact as my eyes water from the uncomfortableness.

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” He cups my cheek, “You never need to be embarrassed with me.” He turns my head so my eyes meet his, maybe it was the alcohol wearing off or maybe it was true humiliation of my inexperience, fresh tears spill from the sides of my eyes.

“But I want you and I’m scared.” I say barely audible.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, “You look so pretty when you cry.” He whispers bringing his lips to mine, softer than I thought possible. Pulling away he moves stray hairs from my face, “Do you truly want this?” He continues petting me, I nod my head too shy to say anything, “I need words, dove.”

“I-I want it to be you.” I say as his hand entertwines with mine, “I don’t want anyone else.” I whisper.

He lets out a deep sigh burying his face in my neck, breathing out a soft moan. He brings his face back up kissing me once more, softly, gentle, tenderly.

He travels down to my jaw, then my neck softly suckling, more carefully than before, down my chest and stopping at my breast. He takes my erect bud into his mouth swirling his tongue around, sucking lightly while his hand twists my free nipple gently.

I can’t help the moan that leaves me, bucking my hips up on instinct, he brings his hand down to my wet folds once more rubbing my clit in circles before entering a finger, still using his thumb still on my sensitive bud. He adds another digit going slower, his mouth returns to my nipple sucking a bit harder than before.

“Reg-“ I choke out.

He looks up, “Is this okay?” My soft whimpers almost drowning out the question, “Merlin, yes.” I breathe out.

He curls his two middle fingers up hitting my g-spot repeatedly, his eyes watching my every expression. Her moves his fingers faster inside me as loud wet noises fill the air above the distant music.

My moans uncontainable at this point, I can barely get out, “F-fuck that feels s-so good-“, my legs coil up into my body unintentionally, my head digs into the mattress as well as my nails. A brand new feeling emerging.

“Y’gonna cum for me?” He muses, I bite my lip to muffle my moans, closing my eyes in the process, “Look at me,” He brings his face closer to mine, “Look at me when you cum.”

Of all the descriptions, nothing could prepare me for the feeling of my very first orgasm. It was so close I could taste the sweetness, see the stars in my vision, feel my body turn to static. With one last thrust of his fingers I couldn’t help but grip his wrist, digging my nails deep into it as I came undone under his sight.

“Regulus-“ I moaned out like a spell, over and over, I could feel my wetness splash onto my thighs and the soaked sounds getting heavier as he continued to fuck his fingers into me. I could feel his member twitching in the confines of his pants.

After I came down he pulled his fingers out, my eyes closed before I could witness him licking my arousal off his fingers.

“Tastes so fucking good. So fucking good.” I pry my eyes open to watch the rest of the action, feeling myself get wet all over again.

He stands up removing his shirt, his toned body prominent, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, leaving him in his underwear. I watch closely as he pulls the band down leaving him just as bare as me.

His size alone sparks fear in me again.

How would he ever fit?

Could he fit??

In the same breath my mouth waters at the sight of him. His tip glistening with precum, a dark shade of pink and almost throbbing.

“See something you like?” He teases settling back between my legs, I can only bring my head up and down in a nod.

“So sweet-“ He coos gripping my chin, “Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes.” I reassure meeting his eyes.

He hovers over me once more before bringing his lips to mine, using a hand to stroke and line himself up with my opening.

His lips don’t leave mine when he begins to push into my soaked core. Thee stretch is uncomfortable, a different type of pain courses through me as he pushes deeper inside me. Thick and long from what I could feel.

I wince slightly when he reaches halfway, “I know, just a little more.” He coils his fingers between mine again, his face hovering above my own.

“Gotta relax baby, you’re okay.” He strokes my hand with his thumb before bring his other to rub my clit.

He continues to bottom out as I focus on the new sensations, the feeling of him filling me to the brim by pure size, the euphoria of him paying attention to my clit, “Okay?” He asks.

“You can move.”

He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, repeating the motion, it feels better with each thrust eventually leading me to grip the back of his head pulling him closer.

“Y’so beautiful, little dove. So perfect.” He kisses my neck again keeping his thumb in motion. I moan an erotic sound.

“Tell me-“, He groans, “Let it out, pretty little moans.” He sets his forehead against mine.

“F-feels so-so fucking goood.” I whine feeling my pussy clench around his cock, “So fucking good Regulus-“ Tears form in my eyes. The feeling of release building up.

He picks up his pace thrusting into me gently, but deep. Heavy sighs escaping his lips followed by a few involuntary moans.

“Taking me so well, such a good girl.” He plants a kiss to my lips, “Such a good fucking girl.”

At his words I feel the coil in my stomach tightening ready to burst.

“Fuck- Harder, please, fuck me.” I whimper gripping his hand tighter.

His strokes harder and deeper but more sloppy, his breath ragged and more audible, “Fuck- M’gonna cum, fuck-“

He thrusts even deeper hitting that glorious spot again and again, I cant help but cry out, incoherent babbles leaving my throat, “I- Feels so- Ah, fuck-“ I whine.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum-“ He moans.

“Regulus, Regulus, Reg- I-“ The coil wound so tightly it finally snaps, every single muscle spasming against my will, my hands travel to his back dragging red marks with my nails, I can only leave my mouth agape with the overpowering orgasm.

“Fuck you feel so good, so beautiful.” He whimpers.

With one last thrust I feel him twitch inside me, filling me so much I can feel his seed spill out from the sides of my destroyed pussy, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He bucks his hips twice before stilling, riding out both of our climaxes, our breath heavy and short.

He keeps himself sheathed within me, peppering kisses across my face, neck, and chest. His hands come to caress me.

“I love you.”

[yamahex]

Jack and the reader at his signing/meet and greet and he gets jealous when lots of male fans bring her gifts (flowers, etc) and want pics w her

A/N: I actually love this idea.

“Next!“ The coordinator of the event yelled to the line.

Jack’s smile was beaming, he loved meet and greets. It was a great chance to meet all his supportive fans.

You stood on the side and watched proudly as he signed a girls cd. It was nice to see him interacting closely with everyone. Plus every other person brought him or some of the crew gifts, which everyone loved.

“Next!”

A guy walked up to the table and him and Jack shared a quick intro. You noticed he had some flowers in his hands as he pushed his cd on the table.

“Are those for me?” Jack snickered. The man’s eyebrows lifted.

“Oh no, they’re actually for Y/N.” Jack turned and both of the men looked at you. You took that as a sign to get closer.

“Babe this guy brought you flowers.”

“Aww thank you.” You smiled brightly and gratefully accepted them into your hands.

“You’re welcome.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was also wondering if I could get a picture with you too?”

You looked at Jack he smiled and nodded. He loved to see his fans interact. You turned your attention back to the man.

“Of course!” He lit up and walked next to you.

“Urb can you take this picture for us really quickly?” Urban looked over then nodded. The guy handed him his phone and you posed with your arm on your hip.

The man managed to sneak his arm around your waist, which you took as a innocent friendly sign. After the picture he thanked you and walked away.

You walked back to your previous spot and continued to watch the meet and greet.

Towards the end of the event a few more people asked to take pictures with you, a couple women but mostly men. The men came bearing more gifts like chocolates, more flowers and surprisingly a necklace.

Your eyes widened at the necklace and looked up at the man. Jack was furious but was trying hard to not show it.

“I can’t accept this.” You handed the gift back to him but was intercepted by his hand on top of yours.

“I bought it just for you.” This was the breaking point for Jack.

He got up from his seat and walked next to you. Your face held a nervously awkward expression. His hand grabbed the box with the necklace and shoved it into the man’s chest, stunning him.

“Thanks but I can buy her all the jewelry she needs.” Your eyes widened at the interaction as Jack held a stern expression on his face.

The security guard noticed the interaction and lightly pushed the man out of line, making you look up at Jack. You grabbed his hand and took him somewhere with no other faces or cameras.

Neelam came out to say a brief statement.

“Sorry about that guys we’re just gonna take a small break but Jack will be back out soon!”

You managed to find a private area.

“That was a little much don’t you think?” He leaned against the wall with his hands in his hoodie.

“Nah I think it was just enough. I don’t need some other dude out here thinking he can buy you jewelry.” You folded your arms over your chest.

“I wasn’t going to accept it anyways.”

“Good. So what’s the issue?”

“Jack these are your fans, you really want them to see you actin all crazy?” His eyes met yours.

“Y/N I’m not gonna sit back and just watch these guys bring you all these gifts and take pictures. It was nice at first but now I’m starting to think some of them are hoping for a chance to get in your pants.” You scoffed.

“Cause I would let them right?” You sighed and walked up to him. You tilted your head up to look at him directly.

“Don’t worry about them, you’re here to enjoy yourself and your fans. People can get weird. Just let it slide and keep it cute.”

He looked away, making you bring your hand to his chin to look at you again.

“Go back out there, finish the meet and greet, laugh and have a good time. We’ll go get some food after and then we can head back to the hotel and I’ll show you I belong to you.”

A smirk appeared on your face and his eyes widened. He perked up and you giggled.

“Well, let’s wrap this shit up then!”

[chaoticpuff17]

Tokki

ADG Jungkook

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hello my darlings! life is busy, and after a long, long time, here it is! ADG JK! I’m off to get ready for my trip down to SC. Please Enjoy!--- chaotic puff

Jungkook was the youngest of the group, and as such had been warned on more than one occasion to be careful, not to be rash. Perhaps if he’d paid more heed to his hyungs he wouldn’t have been bleeding in an alleyway without a way to contact anyone. It wasn’t the first time he’d been injured, and it probably wouldn't be the last, but he wasn’t looking forward to the scolding he was going to get from his hyungs for being so careless. 

He wasn’t supposed to be doing jobs like this personally anyway. He was supposed to be finishing his degree and overseeing things on the side, but he didn’t like to be still for too long, and this was supposed to be an easy assignment. No one was meant to get shot, certainly not him. 

The wound wasn’t too bad. He didn’t think the bullet had hit anything vital, but it was bleeding a lot, and he’d probably need stitches after someone dug the bullet out of his side. 

“Are you alright?” a voice, soft and sweet, asked from the mouth of the alley. 

Jungkook’s head shot up, his whole body tense and ready for a fight despite the burning in his side. But what he found standing there was just as sweet and soft as the voice it possessed, nothing to be alarmed at. 

There in the dim light stood a girl sheltered from the rain under a soft pink umbrella. She was peering out at him from beneath it with a concerned look on her face. And with no small amount of surprise, Jungkook realized he knew her. He recognized her face from around campus. 

“Ahjussi?”

He flinched a little at the use of the honorific, the title making him feel old, especially when it was coming from her. 

When he still didn’t respond, she took a step into the alley, looking for any sign of what was causing him distress. 

Part of him wanted to scold her. Didn’t she have any sense of danger? But fuck if he wasn’t grateful for a friendly face. 

“Yuna-ssi.” 

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sound of her name.

“Jungkook sunbae?” she offered tentatively. 

They didn’t know each other, not really, but Jungkook was a popular figure around campus. The handsome brooding art major thing along with the mysterious edge his work lent him afforded him a certain amount of social capital, so he wasn’t surprised she knew him. She was probably more surprised he knew her. 

“Are you alright?” she asked again, taking another step into the alley, head tilted to the side. “Sunbae?” 

She reached his side, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder as he leaned against the wall, his hand pressed to the wound on his side. 

Without thinking, he held out a hand to stop her not realizing it was the hand that had been pressed to his side and that it was coated in blood.

“Is that blood?” her tone rose an octave in panic as she caught sight of the liquid staining his hands in the dim light. “Oh my god, sunbae. We need to get you to the hospital.” 

There was the most adorable furrow between her brows as she rushed to help him stand trying to support some of his weight despite the fact that she barely cleared his shoulder. She couldn’t have been much more than five feet tall, and she was a soft curvy little thing. He was half way convinced he would squish her if she tried to help him.  

“No, I just need to make a call.” He did his best to reassure her, smiling through the pain, and pressing his hand back to the oozing hole in his side, but it was no use. She’d already caught sight of the blood. 

“You need a doctor.” 

“I have a doctor. I just need to make a call.” 

She looked conflicted. Jungkook could practically see her working through what to do, but with a little sigh she seemed to make up her mind.

“I live two streets over. Do you think you can walk that far?” to be honest she was more worried about him making it up the stairs when they got there, but that was a problem they’d deal with when they got there. 

“Yes.” 

With a determined nod, she tucked her umbrella into her bag knowing she wasn’t going to be able to shield them with it and help support him at the same time. She put the hood of her jacked up over her head to provide some protection from the rain and tucked herself under the arm of Jungkook’s uninjured side, letting him place some of his weight on her shoulders. 

Jungkook would have been lying to say that his pride wasn’t a little hurt that she was seeing him like this. He’d been trying to work up the courage to talk to the cute girl from his history class for weeks. Never had he ever imagined that this was how he was going to make first contact with her. 

He’d had plans of asking her for coffee after class, getting to know her better, maybe he would have taken her to Lotte World. She seemed like the kind of girl who would have enjoyed that. This was definitely not either of those activities. 

Slowly the pair of them limped along until they reached her building where a daunting amount of stairs awaited them. 

“Sunbae?” she asked, her voice a little more than a squeak. They were both winded from the journey. “Do you think you can make it up the stairs?” 

He lifted his head, looking over the stairs in front of them. “How far up are you?”

“Two flights.” 

He winced at that but agreed.

After a trek up the stairs that took an embarrassingly long time in Jungkook’s eyes, they had reached her apartment. 

“Okay, sunbae. We’re almost there.” 

She unlocked the door and dragged him inside, or at least she thought she was dragging him. Jungkook was still supporting most of his own weight as they  walked out of fear of hurting her. 

Yuna didn’t bother to remove either of their shoes, instead choosing to get him safely into her little one room apartment and into a chair.  The sooner she could get him set down the better. He was heavy. 

“I think I have a first aid kit somewhere.” she murmured more to herself than to him. 

“Yuna-ssi.” he called, as she started to dig beneath the kitchen sink. “Yuna-ssi.” She looked over at him, that adorable little furrow still between her brows. “I just need to use your phone to call my hyung.” 

“Oh.” she blinked at him owlishly. “Right. Of course.” 

She got up and moved to where she had dumped her backpack to find her phone. “I really think you should let me try to patch you up.” 

“I’ll be fine, Yuna-ssi.” 

The blood coating his fingers made her think otherwise, but she handed him the phone anyway and went back to finding the first aid kit determined not to let him bleed out all over her apartment.

“You need to lift up your shirt, sunbae.” she murmured, cheeks hot with embarrassment. 

He blinked at her slowly. “No. It’s fine.” 

“You’re bleeding all over my chair.” 

Jungkook looked down as if only just now realizing that he was still bleeding and what he was bleeding over. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

Slowly, Jungkook lifted his shirt giving her access to the hole in  his side as he dialed the number of the hyung who was least likely to murder him.

“Hobi-hyung?” he started, as the older man picked up the phone.

“Kook?” 

“I need a favor?” 

Any sense of levity was gone in an instant replaced by the stern hyung they all feared. Hoseok could be a taskmaster when he wanted to be. “What did you do?”

“I may have gotten into a little bit of trouble. But it’s okay! I’m not bleeding that bad, and I’m out of the rain. I just need a ride and a visit to Jin-hyung.” 

“God dammit, Jungkook. What the fuck did you get yourself into?”

“It was an easy job!” Jungkook was quick to defend himself. 

“You weren’t supposed to be doing any jobs right now!” He shouted. “Where are you?” Hoseok growled after a moment of tense silence. 

“I’m at…” It struck Jungkook that he had no idea what her address was, and he looked to her expectantly as she cleaned up his wound. She glanced up and gave him her address only slightly reluctantly, and Jungkook parroted it back to his hyung. 

“I’ll be there soon.” Hoseok sighed into the phone, grumbling under his breath. “Don’t move.” 

“Thanks, hyung.” 

“Someone’s coming to get you?” she asked, glancing up at him as she finished wrapping the gauze around his torso to the best of her ability which was admittedly not extensive. 

“Yes.” he paused, hesitantly. “Thank you, Yuna-sii.” he flashed her his best bunny grin. He knew this had to be strange for her, but she was such a sweet soul. She hardly knew him, and she’d helped him when he was bleeding in the street. Anyone else would have run in the other direction. She probably should have, especially when he’d refused to let her take him to a doctor. 

“It’s fine.” she mumbled awkwardly, refusing to meet his eye. “I think this will hold, at least until you get to a doctor.” that little furrow was back between her brows. 

His grin faltered a little seeing how she refused to look at him, her eyes glued to the floor. This was exactly why he’d planned to approach her gently. She wasn’t used to his world, and this was probably the worst way he could have introduced her to it. 

“Thank you, Yuna-ssi.” 

He was going to speak again, but a banging on her door distracted them both, and Yuna bolted up to answer the door as though someone had lit a fire under her. 

“He’s through there.” she mumbled eyes cast down as she allowed the clearly annoyed stranger into her house. 

“What the hell were you thinking, Jungkook?” He hissed, stomping over to his dongsaeng to check him over. “How the fuck did you mangage this? A rookie could have done that job without getting themselves shot.” 

“Sorry, hyung.”  Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “But Yuna-ssi patched me up!” 

With a sigh Hoseok turned to see the young woman staring at them both owlishly, still by the front door. 

“Thank you for taking care of, Jungkook.” he bowed respectfully, grateful that Jungkook hadn’t been bleeding out in some alley in the rain even though he probably deserved it for getting himself into this mess in the first place. 

“It was no problem.” she stuttered, eager to have them both out of her house along with whatever sketchy business had gotten Jungkook hurt in the first place.

Hoseok looked the girl over, a headache already beginning to form. “I trust you won’t be telling anyone about tonight’s events? We wouldn’t want any more incidents.” he arched a brow, taking note of the way she shivered at his words, shrinking in on herself. 

“Of course not.” her smile was shaky at best, more of a grimace really. “Please take care.” 

“Hyung.” Jungkook whined, pouting at the older man in a way that Yuna found wholly unfitting given the situation they were all in. “You shouldn’t scare Yuna-ssi.” 

Hoseok hauled the younger man up, supporting most of his weight as he dragged him towards the door. “Yeah yeah yeah. Say goodnight to the lady.” 

Jungkook shot her one last smile as they disappeared out the door. “I’ll see you at school, Yuna-ssi.”

She sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t.

----

“Isn’t she great, hyung?” Jungkook asked for the twentieth time a little loopy from the pain meds that Jin had dosed him with as he dug out the bullet. 

“She seems very nice.” Hoseok grumbled, tired and upset about being dragged out to rescue the maknae when he could have been home with his fiancee. 

“Yuna-ssi is the best isn’t she?” 

“I’m sure she is.”  Jin assured him, suppressing a grin. It wasn’t every day that they got to see their maknae like this. He practically had hearts in his eyes. 

“I should ask her out.” 

Jin smiled indulgently, and Hoseok rolled his eyes. Park Yuna did not seem like the kind of girl who would want anything to do with Jungkook after the events of the night. She was a straight laced college girl, completely innocent to the ways of their world. The entire incident was sure to have scared her. 

“I need to thank her for helping. She didn’t have to do that, you know?”  

Jin pulled the bullet out. “I’m sure she’d love that. You can ask her for coffee.” 

His words were more about placating the younger man than about any real belief that his asking her out would go well. From what Hoseok had said, their maknae had ruined any chance of getting the girl to agree to a date without coercion. Hoseok’s exact words describing her had been “ready to bolt out of her skin”.

“She’s perfect.” 

The two older men shared a glance, both of them knowing where this was going.

---

Yuna moved like a shadow around campus for the next few weeks, doing her very best to avoid Jungkook. If she so much as caught a glance of someone she thought could be Jungkook, she moved in the opposite direction.

It was a strategy that was working fairly well. She hadn’t seen him though she’d heard from some of the other girls on campus that he had been asking about her which did nothing to soothe her increasingly frayed nerves. 

Avoiding him was especially hard given that they shared classes making her regret her choice of credits for the semester. 

She’d slipped into class just before it was set to start earning her a look from her professor. She’d been scolded more than once in the past two weeks for her near tardies.  And Jungkook was sitting at the back of the classroom, directly next to the seat that she had taken to sitting in due to its proximity to the door. 

He flashed her a smile as she sank into her seat, and she had to suppress her grimace, managing to flash him a shadow of a smile to be polite. 

“I haven’t seen you around.” he whispered as she began to set up her space for class. 

“I’ve been busy.” her eyes were downcast, darting around looking anywhere but at him as she fidgeted with the cuff of her sweater. 

“I’ve wanted to thank…”

She cut him off with the brightest smile she could muster as she glanced up. “Class is starting.” 

For the next hour, Yuna resolutely ignored him, waiting as the minutes passed by agonizingly slowly for the class to end so she could hopefully make a swift and relatively painless escape.

Jungkook was not oblivious. He knew that Yuna was avoiding him. He’d hoped that some time would give her a chance to get over the shock of that night, but time hadn’t helped, and Yuna had been avoiding him as though he was a carrier of the plague. He’d tried to make the odd encounter as light hearted as possible, and it seemed that it hadn’t worked. 

He couldn’t exactly blame her for that. He hadn’t wanted her involved at all, but the universe had had other ideas. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying to pursue her though. That had always been the plan. Their official meeting had been a little more adventurous than he’d intended though. 

She’d been a veritable ghost since the incident, and he hadn’t wanted to show up at her home unannounced lest it scare her more than she already was, but he was losing patience, hence the reason he had finally cornered her. The hour was passing by torturously slowly for him as well. Every time he tried to talk to her either she or someone else in the class shushed him, and one more dirty look from their professor and he’d be out on his ass waiting for her in the hallway which would make the hour even more agonizingly slow. It was better to be close to her than to be waiting out in the hall like a kicked puppy. 

As soon as the class ended Yuna bounced up out of her seat ready to bolt for the door, but Jungkook beat her to it, gently reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks before she could make her escape. 

“Yuna-ssi.” the look she was giving him was nothing short of what he imagined the sheep would stare at the big bad wolf with, abject terror, which was an expression he wanted her looking at him with. “How are you?” they both cringed at the awkwardness of the question. 

“I have another class to get to, sunbae.” 

It was a clumsy attempt to extract herself from the situation and a lie, one she wasn’t going to get away with. 

“This is your last class of the day.” she flushed in embarrassment. “Can I take you for coffee? To thank you for the other week?” 

“I don’t…” 

“Please, Yuna-ssi. There’s a really great place not too far from campus.” 

“I should get home.” 

“I could walk you there.” 

She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly as though to shake off a bad thought. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, sunbae.” 

He frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Yuna-ssi, I know- I know it was unusual circumstances…” 

“Then you can understand why I don’t want any part of whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself mixed up in.” Her shoulders pulled back, steeled in an attempt to make herself seem taller than she was, more resolute and perhaps slightly more intimidating than her petite height would suggest. “I’m glad you’re healing well, sunbae, but I don’t want anything else to do with this.” she ducked her head in a quick bow. “Excuse me.” 

She slipped away, Jungkook too shocked to keep a hold on her as she bolted for the door and out of his sight. She had already disappeared into the throng of students by the time he had processed what had happened. 

He’d waited weeks for a chance to talk to her, and she’d brushed him. Worse, she’d said she didn’t want to see him. She didn’t even want to talk to him.

It took him months to work up the courage to speak to her after the first time he saw her, and it only took her a moment to shatter all of his hopes and his heart along with it. 

That couldn’t be right though. She had pulled him out of the rain while he’d had a bullet in his side and kept him safe and in one piece until Hoseok could get there. She wouldn’t have done that for just anyone. She was just scared. That had to be it. It couldn’t be that she didn’t want to see him. That wouldn’t make sense. She was just scared. That was normal. All of his noonas had been scared when they’d first come home, some more than others, but they were all relatively happy now. 

He pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number. 

“Hyung? I think I need some advice.” 

---

“So asking her out didn’t go so well?” Jin asked, taking a seat on the sofa as he handed Jungkook a glass of wine. 

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.” he pouted, swirling the glass. “Practically jumped out of her skin when she saw me.” Jin hummed in understanding, sipping at his own glass. “I don’t know what to do.” 

“You like this girl?” 

Jungkook nodded eagerly, a bunny grin settling over his features. “She’s so sweet, hyung, and so cute! I feel like I could pick her up and put her in my pocket. And she’s kind. She picked me up off the ground, no hesitation, and patched me up.” Jin quirked a brow, sipping his wine as Jungkook continued on. “And she’s smart too! She’s just- just… she’s amazing!” His happy expression fell, the pout returning. “She won’t talk to me though, and I don’t know what to do. She looks at me like I’m going to hurt her!” 

“Are you going to hurt her?” 

Jungkook reeled back, affronted. “Never!” The furrow between his brows deepened.  “I don’t want her to be scared, hyung.” 

“Keep trying to get her to talk to you, soften her up. Let her know there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“She won’t talk to me!” he groaned, flopping back against the sofa with Jin scolding him about being careful with the wine not wanting stains on his sofa. “Why won’t she talk to me?” he asked, shooting his hyung his best puppy dog eyes. 

“She found you bleeding in an alley, Kook. It’s normal for her to be a little anxious.” 

“But I’m not gonna hurt her.” 

“She doesn’t know that.” 

“Why would she think I’m gonna hurt her?”

“She found you bleeding in an alley, Kook.” Jin sighed, setting aside his glass. “You have to be gentle with her. She’s not like Y/N or Sen. She’s not used to our world.”

“Hayan wasn’t part of our world.”   

A dreamy smile spread across his face at the mention of his wife. “She wasn’t. I remember seeing that smile of hers and being completely gone, and then she said she was going to leave, and I swear that my heart stopped beating. I couldn’t bear to lose her.” 

“So what did you do?” Jungkook leaned forward, completely focused on his hyung’s story. 

“I took her.” he shrugged. “I was panicking, losing my mind at the possibility of her leaving, and Namjoon asked me if I loved her. Told me if I did then I should take her home, plain and simple.”

“Just take her?” 

“Take her.” he nodded. “She’s safer with you than she is out there.” 

“What if she doesn’t want to come?” 

“She’ll adjust eventually. She might be a little frightened at first though so you’ll have to have patience.” A shadow passed over Jin’s face. “The first few months with Hayan were hard. She was healing and frightened. I was always worried she was going to do something to hurt herself, but we worked through it. We’re still working through it. There are good days and bad days. Today was a bad day. She’s upstairs resting now.” 

Jungkook nodded soberly. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that the transition hadn’t been easy on the women in their lives, but the alternative was worse. Losing them was worse.  Namjoon had practically gone out of his mind when Y/N was gone. Jimin had been inconsolable when Seori had left him. Yoongi, as much as he didn’t like to admit it, had been a horrible grouch for months after Sen had left until he’d decided to go looking for her. The few times that Tae had lost track of Aerie had sent him into a frenzy, and Jungkook had never seen Hobi as panicked as when Iyla ran even though she was only gone for a few hours. Jungkook didn’t know how he would react to losing Yuna. He’d only had her in his life for a short time, but he didn’t want to find out. 

“So I take her?”

“You take her.” 

----

Yuna hadn’t felt safe walking home since the night she’d found Jungkook bleeding in the alley.  She felt even less safe after he’d cornered her in class. She was constantly worried he was going to appear from around every corner and out of every alley. She was jittery, flinching at every unexpected sound. She didn’t know what Jungkook was messed up in, but she knew it wasn’t good. 

It didn’t matter that Jungkook was cute or that he was polite. Under the veneer of the quiet college student was something dark and dangerous, something she didn’t want to be involved in even though he seemed determined to pull her into it in some odd sort of reciprocity. She didn’t want his thanks. She just wanted him to leave her alone. 

“Yuna-ssi!” she flinched back violently at the sound of her name, colliding with the door of the library as she turned to look at who had called her name. 

“Ah!” she bobbed her head in greeting, smiling sheepishly. “Changkyun sunbae.” 

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking over her worriedly. “You nearly jumped out of your skin.” 

She nodded hurriedly, trying to make her smile a little brighter to ease his concern. Im Changkyung was in his last year in business school and every now and again they’d run into each other around campus. He was nice, sweet even, and blessedly not Jeon Jungkook. 

“I’m fine. I’ve just been a little on edge lately.” 

“Is everything alright?” his eyes drifted down. The way her hands were shaking didn’t escape either of them, and she quickly shoved them into the pockets of her coat, out of sight and out of mind or at least that was the idea. “Listen, Yuna-ssi,” He began, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s late. Why don’t I walk you home?”

Her head shot up, eyes searching his face to see if he was serious. After a moment, she breathed out a sigh, nodding gratefully. “Thank you. I’d appreciate that.” 

Perhaps with the senior by her side she’d feel a little less anxious walking home.  

The two walked in silence, hands tucked into their pockets to protect them against the chill, and she was grateful for the silence. These days the quiet on her way home was oppressive, the sounds of the city frightening, but with Changkyun there it was more companionable. It felt like it had before the incident, before Jungkook. 

“So what has you so on edge lately?” Changkyun asked after a while, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked.

“It’s nothing.” she assured him, flashing him a closed lip smile. He turned to face her, raising a brow in disbelief. “There was an incident on my way home a few weeks ago.”  She admitted, feeling a little chastised by his look. 

“An incident?” 

“Oh!” her eyes widened as she quickly tried to backtrack. “It really wasn’t that bad. It was just a little unsettling.” The last thing she needed was for Changkyun to get mixed up in this as well, and he’d probably tell her to go to the police. She wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t going to risk whoever that man that had come to get Jungkook coming back. 

“You’re sure?” 

She nodded quickly. “I’m sure, but thank you for walking me home. I appreciate it.” 

He flashed her a sweet smile. “It’s no trouble. I’ve actually- I’ve actually been meaning to ask you to coffee sometime.” 

She froze staring up at him owlishly, slowly trying to process the words that he had just said. “Me?” she squeaked as they finally sank in. 

“Yeah. You.” 

“Oh.” she squeaked, a blush beginning to creep its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. 

She was searching for the words to say when the call of her name turned both of their heads. 

Standing outside of her building was Jeon Jungkook, smiling brightly though the expression dimmed quickly, morphing into a frown as he registered her companion. 

“Jungkook-ssi.” Changkyun greeted the younger man, oblivious to the way that all the color had drained from her face or the way that her entire body had locked up, frozen and apprehensive. “Do you live here as well?” 

“Changkyun sunbae.” she gripped his sleeve, pulling him back slightly. 

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto the movement, his frown deepening, his lips thinned into a grim line the complete opposite of his formerly bright look. 

“Is everything alright, Yuna-ssi?” Changkyun asked, taking notice of her unease. 

“We should go.” her eyes darted nervously between the two of them, and her voice low and soft, barely above a whisper.

“Isn’t this your building, Yuna-ssi?” 

“We should go.” 

A crease appeared between his brows as he tried to puzzle out what had spooked her so much. “You don’t look very well. Are you feeling alright? Do you need a doctor?” 

Jungkook took a step forward, reaching to pull Yuna to him. “I can take her.” 

Yuna flinched back violently, colliding with Changkyun’s side as she did.

Instantly, the reason for her discomfort had become clear, and Changkyun squared his shoulders facing down the younger man. “I’ll take her. I offered to see her home, and I’ll see her to the doctor.” he declared, pushing her behind him much to Jungkook’s annoyance. 

“Changkyun sunbae.” she pleaded, tugging on the sleeve of his coat in an attempt to pull him away. 

Jungkook’s expression softened as he looked around Changkyun’s shoulder to her. “It’s alright, bunny. I’ll have this taken care of in no time.” his attention turned back to the man she was hiding behind, his expression shuttering into something grim and dangerous. “Come here, bunny.” 

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” 

Jungkook scoffed, and Yuna winced. While the declaration was sweet, brave, it was desperately foolish. He didn’t know better though. She did. She knew that Jungkook was more than just the brooding university student. 

“Come on, Yuna-ssi.” Changkyun turned, smiling at her reassuringly  as he pushed her forward a little, back the way they had come. “We’ll go get that coffee, yeah?” he reached out a hand and brushed a stray wisp of hair away from her eyes. It was a sweet gesture, an intimate one she supposed was meant to give them an air of familiarity they didn’t have and discourage Jungkook from whatever it was he had in mind. 

It did not. 

“Get the fuck off her.” 

In an instant, Changkyun was ripped away, eliciting a startled shriek from her as Jungkook threw a punch knocking the older man back. The next punch sent him sprawling to the ground with Jungkook in hot pursuit, grabbing him by the collar to continue his assault. 

“What are you doing?” she cried, rushing to grab Jungkook’s arm, trying to pull him back as he rained hit after hit down on Changkyun who was doing his best to push Jungkook off as well. “Stop it!” 

“You don’t get to touch her.” he spat, seething as he released his blind rage. She had avoided him for weeks, but she let him walk her home, allowed him to ask her to coffee? 

“Yuna, get out of here!” Changkyun groaned between hits, urging her to go. She remained frozen in place for a moment, torn between trying to help him and fleeing. “Go!” 

After another moment’s hesitation, she turned on her heel, running for the stairs that led to the safety of her apartment. 

She didn’t hear the whispered expletive behind her or the sound of heavy boots on the stairs behind her until it was too late, and she was swept off her feet with a shriek. 

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook shushed her, pressing her close against his chest. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper. It’s okay, bunny. I’m not going to hurt you.” she had a hard time believing that as she squirmed in his hold. “I’m sorry.” 

“Please.” She whimpered, pushing against his arms. “Please don’t.” 

Jungkook frowned, shifting so that he was seated on the stairs with her nestled between his legs. She was thrashing so much, and he didn’t want to drop her. 

“I’m sorry, but he touched you, and I just got so angry.” he apologized, crossing his legs over hers to keep her from kicking. 

“Let go!” she yelled, whipping her head around and sinking her teeth into his forearm. 

It didn’t hurt. His coat took the brunt of it, but he was startled enough by the action that his grip loosened just for a moment, and she was able to slip out of his grasp, taking off back down the stairs like a shot. 

“Yuna!” He called, springing to his feet. “Shit.” 

She was quick. He had to give her that as he dashed after her, and he never would have expected her to bite him. He’d have to be careful of that when he caught up with her. But he wasn’t angry. She was frightened, and he was responsible for that. He never should have beaten Changkyun in front of her. He should have dealt with it later when she was safely tucked away at home instead of while she was right there to witness it. 

She slipped out of view, and Jungkook cursed under his breath as he turned the corner to find her nowhere in sight. 

How was she so quick? Where had she disappeared? He’d been right behind her. How had she managed to slip away? 

“Fuck.” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, pulling out his phone to make a call to his hyungs. They’d know what to do.

---

“You lost her?” Namjoon seethed, eyes narrowed dangerously as they locked onto the maknae. “How could you lose one little college student?” 

“So much for the golden maknae.” Hobi snorted, his own displeasure clear. “You’re slipping, Kook. First you get yourself shot on a job a fucking newbie could do, and now this?” Jungkook bowed his head, thoroughly cowed by his hyungs. “And you beat a man on the street where she could see you!”

“The fuck were you thinking?” Namjoon growled, slamming a hand down on his desk. 

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just couldn’t stand him touching her.” 

Namjoon growled under his breath, turning his gaze to Hoseok with a sigh. “Does Tae have a lock on her?” 

Hoseok nodded, checking his phone. “He hacked into the school’s server and got her number. Tracked down her phone. She’s called for an ambulance to her apartment, presumably for the guy this dipshit beat into a pulp.” 

“We have a handle on that?” 

He nodded. “I have Yoongi on it. No loose ends.”  

“Good.” Namjoon nodded, relieved that this would all be over by the end of the night. “Hobi, go pick up Miss Park.” 

Jungkook perked up. “I can-” 

“Hosoek.” Namjoon cut him off sternly.

“On it, boss.” 

Hoseok  pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning against, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder once as he left the office and leaving their leader and their maknae alone as he went to go pick up the newest member of the family. 

Neither man said anything for a moment, Jungkook shrinking slightly under his hyung’s hard stare.  

“You know better.” Jungkook flinched a little at that. He hated disappointing his hyungs, but he especially hated disappointing Namjoon. “You’ve been off your game recently, Kook, and I can’t afford for you to be off your game.” 

“Hyung…” 

“You’re distracted, and being distracted gets you killed. You got yourself shot an a run a fucking newbie could have made! You beat a man you knew and left him there! He could have reported you, Kook! You better pray that neither he or your girl have made a report yet. I don’t have time to deal with the headache of burying a police report.”

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just… I just couldn’t stand seeing him with his hands on her.” 

“I don’t care if you beat him to a pulp. Just don’t do it in public and take care of your shit.” 

 “Hyung…”

“Get your shit together, Jungkook.” 

---

Yuna was nervous, practically vibrating as she waited for the taxi to come to take her to the hospital. She’d called an ambulance for Changkyun, but she needed to know he was alright. He’d been in bad shape when she’d run, and it was her fault that he had gotten beaten. The least she could do was make sure he was alright. But she was terrified that Jungkook was going to appear. She’d managed to dodge him, ducked into a bodega she’d worked at once, and the woman who ran it had been kind enough to allow her to hide behind the counter, even offering to call the police for her.  

She’d never been more grateful for that woman than in the moment she’d looked at Jungkook and lied to his face saying she had never seen Yuna before. She’d even gone so far as telling him to buy something or get out, eyeing his bloody knuckles distastefully. She’d have to thank the old lady properly later. 

A car pulled up to the curb, though it clearly wasn’t the cab she had called for. This was a dark SUV with windows so tinted she couldn’t see anything through them only adding to her ever present sense of unease, and it reached a boiling point when the door opened and a man she recognized stepped out. 

Hyung. Jungkook had called the man hyung, and that could mean nothing good for her. 

“Yuna-ssi.” he smiled brightly at her, walking around the hood of the car in a leisurely manner despite the way she had tensed up like a rabbit ready to run. He tilted his head to the side, observing her with his smile still fixed into place, but it lacked any real warmth that might have made her feel better. “This will be so much easier if you don’t run. Yeah? Jungkook is anxious to see you.” 

Yuna turned on her heel taking off down the street for the second time that evening, but Hoseok was faster than Jungkook, quickly gaining on her. 

Yuna shrieked as she was tackled to the ground, her head bouncing off the concrete leaving her dazed as Hoseok sat on top of her legs quickly zip tying her wrists together. 

“I tried to do this nicely.” he huffed, standing up and throwing her over his shoulder. “You’re the one that wanted to be difficult.

“Ah, shit.” Hoseok cursed as he tossed her into the back seat of the car taking note of the trickle of blood seeping down from her hairline. “Kid’s gonna kill me.”  He grumbled as he propped her up and buckled her seat belt, initiating the child lock on the belt to keep her pressed back against the seat despite her dazed state and bound hands. “Sit tight. Okay?” 

“Fuck you.” she slurred, glaring at him as her head lolled against the seat. 

“No can do. Don’t think JK would like that, kiddo.”

 “Fuck him too.” 

Hoseok smiled at her sweetly. “Oh. You will.” 

----

“Shit, Hoseok. What did you do? Body slam her?” Jin asked as Hoseok set her on the sofa. “She’s half your fucking size. Look at her! She’s tiny! How much trouble could she possibly be?” 

“She’s a runner.” He shrugged, stepping back to allow Jin to look her over. “And she’s quick. Managed to evade, Kook.” 

Jin sighed, shooting the younger man an exasperated look, before smiling at Yuna. “Hey, sweet girl. Can I take a look at that cut?” she recoiled, pushing herself back against the sofa in an attempt to get away from him. “I’ll be gentle, but we need to clean that up. Okay?” 

She glared, debating whether or not she should let him, but her head hurt and the feeling of dried and crusting blood on her temple was uncomfortable and itchy. So she nodded, and let Jin come closer and start to clean off the wound. 

“You won’t need stitches. Thank goodness. But you need to keep it clean.” 

“Why am I here?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home. Please, I won’t tell anyone.”

Jin smiled kindly. “I’m afraid we can’t do that, sweet girl. Can you follow my finger please?” he asked, humming to himself as he tried to assess if she had any further damage caused by the blow to her head. “Okay. Now I’m going to shine a light in your eyes, okay?” 

“Please.” she whimpered, trying desperately to make him see her plight, to make him understand, to help her. 

Jin ignored her, shining the light in her eye anyway. “I can’t say for certain without a CT, but I’m pretty sure she’s got a mild concussion.” 

“Kook has had plenty of those.” Hoseok snorted. “I’m sure he can handle it.” 

“He’s gonna come for your balls when he sees she’s injured.” Jin side eyed him, getting up from the sofa.

“Which is why I won’t be here when he gets back.” Hoseok grinned, backing away. “Have fun with that one, hyung.” 

“Fucking bunch of brats.” he muttered under his breath. With a deep sigh, he turned his attention back to her. “Let’s get you settled in so you can get some rest. Okay, sweet girl?” 

“I just want to go home.” she whimpered, shrinking away from him again. 

“I know, but it won’t be so bad here.” gently, but firmly, he pulled her up from the sofa, dragging her deeper into the house towards what turned out to be a bedroom. 

“You get cleaned up,” he began, cutting the zip ties off her wrists. “And I’ll see if I can find you something to wear. Kid’s got a million sweatshirts.” he pushed her into the adjoining bathroom keeping an eye on the door as he went to find her something to change into. “Go on.” he encouraged, looking back to find her still standing there looking lost. “And don’t get that cut wet!”  

Slowly, she made her way into the bathroom. There was no lock on the door, and there was nothing she could jam up against the door to keep someone from getting in. She could see Jin outside, searching through the closet, and she knew she didn’t have much time to find an escape route if there even was one. 

Silently as she could, Yuna crept out of the bathroom, keeping an eye on Jin to make sure he wasn’t looking at her, and once she’d reached the door to the bedroom, she booked it down the hall. 

“Shit.” Jin cursed from behind her, finally noticing her flight. 

She didn’t get far before she found herself running face first into someone's chest. 

Arms wrapped around her waist to steady her, keeping her trapped as she squirmed against it. 

“Bunny?” Jungkook asked, looking down at her worriedly, taking in everything from her bedraggled appearance and the bandage on her forehead to the red lines on her wrists. “What happened?” he asked, looking over her head to Jin who was standing several feet away watching them. 

“Hoseok decided the best course of action was to tackle her. She has a mild concussion and a cut on her forehead, but she’ll be okay.” 

Jungkook’s eyes flew to meet hers again, a little frown distorting his features. “Are you okay, bunny?” She squirmed, pushing against him in an attempt to break his hold. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he shushed her, trying his best to keep her still, keep her from hurting herself while she did her best to get away though it felt like pushing against a brick wall. 

“She needs to get some rest.” Jin announced. “I can give her a mild sedative to keep her calm, something for the anxiety, but I don’t want to give her anything stronger when she’s got a head wound.” 

Jungkook looked torn, but seeing how worked up Yuna was as she struggled in his arms, he nodded. “Alright.” His agreement only made her fight harder against his hold, clawing at him as he lifted her off her feet and up over her shoulder, taking her back to the bedroom. 

Gently, he set her down on the bed, getting in behind her to keep her still with his arms snaked around her middle and his legs wrapped over hers to keep her from thrashing. 

“You have to stay calm, bunny.” he murmured into her hair, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms despite the situation. “You have to rest so you can get better.” 

“I want to go home!” she wailed, thrashing more violently in his grip. 

“Jin?” he looked to his hyung, slightly panicked. He knew she was frightened, but he hadn’t been prepared for tears. He hadn’t been prepared to restrain her like some sort of villain. He didn’t want to hurt her after all. 

“Okay, maybe something a little stronger than planned.” Jin muttered more to himself than to either Jungkook or Yuna. “Okay, sweet girl.” he smiled, approaching her with a syringe and motioning for Jungkook to hold her arm out. “This is going to make you feel better. Okay?”  

“Stay away from me!” she screamed, eyes wild, as Jin slipped the needle into the soft flesh at the crook of her elbow. 

“She’ll calm down in a few minutes, but she might be a little out of it.” Jin warned, getting ready to leave. “You know the concussion protocol. Call me if she gets worse, okay?” 

“Thank you, hyung. I’ll take care of her.” he promised, letting his grip loosen as she started to go limp in his hold, lolling against his chest. 

“And, Jungkook.” Jin called over his shoulder. “Try not to break this one.” 

Jungkook shot the doctor a glare at the barb but quickly turned his attention back Yuna. 

“Okay, bunny.” he sighed, smiling down at her reassuringly. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable, and then we can put on a movie. How does that sound?” 

“Don’t wanna.” she whined, still crying, though not wailing and thrashing now. 

She felt fuzzy, hazy in a way she wasn’t used to as though she wasn’t quite in her body anymore but floating above it. 

“Don’t want to what, bunny?” he asked, slipping out from behind her and going to grab a sweatshirt and some pajama pants for her. 

“Wanna go home.” 

He winced, his grip tightening on the clothes. “I know, bunny, but you are home now. This is your home. Arms up for me, bunny.” he maneuvered her gently so that he could slip off her sweatshirt, dotted with blood and slip a clean one over her head, helping her get her arms into the arm holes despite her soft whines and protests.

 “Gotta take your jeans off too.” he apologized, fumbling with the button to her jeans as she tried to push him away, her movements clumsy and slow. “I’m sorry, bunny, but they’re not going to be comfortable to sleep in. I have some pants for you right here.” he promised as he slipped her pants down her legs. “Here you go, sweetheart.” he cooed as he helped her slide the pajama pants up her legs, internally gushing about how cute she looked in his clothes. 

The pants were too long for her, and he had to roll the hems up a few times so her feet wouldn’t get caught up in the extra length, but the waistband fit well enough. The sweatshirt was too big as well, the sleeves extending down at least an inch past her hands if not more. She looked comfortable, cozy, and his. 

“All done,” he announced, brushing a stray piece of hair away from her face. “Why don’t I put on a movie, hmmm?” 

“No.” she protested, trying to push off the bed despite the fact that her limbs felt heavy and unwieldy. 

“Hey.” he spoke, softly, not wanting to frighten her further. “You have to be careful. Jin gave you something a little strong to help you relax. What do you need, bunny? I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t wanna be here.” she slurred, still trying to get off the bed. 

“Okay. okay.” he scooped her up, eliciting a little ‘eep’ from her as she clung to his shirt for stability, her head spinning at the sudden movement. “Here you go, bunny.” he grinned, setting her down on the sofa, proud of himself for fixing the situation, if only slightly.  “Stay here, and I’ll be right back.” he ordered, leaving her confused and hazy on the sofa as he ran off to do god knows what. 

He returned several minutes later with his arms laden with blankets and pillows, carefully arranging them around her to make a sort of pillow fort on the couch. It was oddly cozy, she noted through her cotton stuffed haze. 

“There!” he announced proudly when he was done, flashing her a bright grin. “All done!” 

He settled into the fort with her, gathering her into his arms despite her weak protests, and turning on a movie that neither of them were really paying attention to. 

Eventually, she stopped trying to wiggle away from him, giving into the exhaustion and the hazy feeling the drug brought on, and leaned against him, completely dead to the world. 

Jungkook was enjoying the feel of her in his arms, so soft and warm, all plush curves to his hard edges. He wished she was there of her own free will, but at least she was there. They could work on the rest later.  

“We’re a little broken, aren’t we? This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as she slept. “But that’s okay. I’ll put us back together again. I promise.” 

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The Prince and The Fairy Chapter 15

Pairing: Sky x Male Reader

A/N: “Hey, guys what’s up. This is the last chapter for this story which is so crazy because it was my first story that I ever published on here. It’s kind of bittersweet. Thanks for the love and support. You guys are awesome.

Y/N tried not to walk with a limp as he, Sky, Bloom, and the others returned to Alfea. After a morning breakfast full of smiles and laughter, the six Faires and Specialist returned to the Otherworld with hopes for a bright future now that everything was over, or so they thought. If they had known how much Alfea was going to change, then they probably should have stayed in the First World. It would have been easier.

Y/N and his friends strolled up to the driveway of Alfea like he had on that first day by himself so many weeks ago. Before it had been foreign to him to see what looked like a castle, straight out of a storybook, but now without hesitation, Y/N could call this place home. He smiled at the thought. They passed through the gates of Alfea as all talk and laughter ceased, amid the dust and ruin of Alfea.

Before them stood three figures that radiated power in front of an army of Solarian soldiers. The one on the far left was a woman who wore a pink coat and had dark brown hair. She carried herself with the poise and composure of a queen. It was Stella’s mother, Queen Luna. The woman who thought it was better to be feared, than liked by her loyal subjects.

The other was a man Y/N had only seen in pictures, a man with his boyfriend’s face. It was Sky’s supposed to be dead father, king Erendor of Eraklyon. He was dressed in Specialist’s battle armor, his arms across his broad chest.

In the center of them as if she owned the place, smiling her sweet serpent devil smile, was the woman that Y/N and Bloom had freed.

“Welcome back, kids,” Rosalind said. “There’s been a few changes.” Terra and Aisha looked at each other as did Musa and Stella. A look of pure perplexion on their faces. Sam swallowed nervously as Y/N and Bloom glared at Rosalind.

“Dad…” Sky’s shaky voice cut through the uneasiness of the situation. He looked as white as a ghost and Y/N couldn’t blame him. To see his father who he thought was dead since he was six, now alive and well. King Erendor smiled. The same smile as Sky’s, but it was more cold and malicious. Sky’s was warm and friendly.

“Hello, Sky,” King Erendor said.

“W-what sort of changes?" Bloom asked.

"Oh, nothing to concern yourselves with, dear Bloom. Y/N,” said Rosalind. “For starters , I am now Headmistress of Alfea again."

“No, that’s not right. Ms. Dowling is Headmistress of this school,” Y/N said. His blood ran cold and for a moment, he actually felt chilly.

“Not anymore, boy,” King Erendor’s gravelly voice told him.

“Don’t call me, ‘boy,’ Y/N spat.

“With the Burned One threat still at large, I thought it seemed fit to grant Ms. Dowling a …let's just say she's taking a well-earned holiday. And I reinstated Rosalind as Headmistress and Erendor as Specialist Headmaster,” Queen Luna smiled.

“Where’s, Silva?” Sky asked.

“Facing justice for his crimes against his king.”

“Crimes? You tried to kill him first!” Y/N protested.

“You should learn some manners, boy,” King Erendor said with a disappointed voice.

Stella pushed forward, with more confidence than Y/N had ever seen from her before. “Alright, this isn't funny, Mother!” She said irately. “You do realize you're standing with a pair of murderers?”

“Oh, Stella,” said a disappointed Queen Luna as she flexed her fingers and her eyes glowed. “You truly need to learn to speak only when spoken to.” Y/N frown as he saw the look on Stella’s face change from confusion, to absolute terror. She screamed as she flailed her arms wildly as she sank to her knees as she began to whimper.

“What are you doing to her!” Musa asked as she flinched slightly as her eyes glowed purple at the sight of Stella. She could feel her fear.

“Lessons in obedience,” Queen Luna said.

“Well, you'd better stop it right now!” said Terra as she and Aisha, and Sam stood with Musa, all fours' eyes glowing as they prepared to defend their friend.

“Oh, please,” Rosalind said as her eyes glowed as Terra screamed as her back was bent backwards and Aisha’s was bent forward. Musa’s arms twisted painfully as Sam’s legs were twisted as well as he fell underneath his weight.

“Breaking bones is a trick I haven’t used in a very long time,” Rosalind said. “I forgot how good it feels.”

“Let them go, Rosalind!” Bloom shouted out.

“Right now!” Y/N and Bloom’s eyes glowed as fire and ice licked up their bodies as a pair of ice and fire wings emerged from their backs.

“Do you really think that you can hurt me?” Rosalind mocked.

“Let’s find out.” Y/N summoned floating ice spikes into the air as Bloom created a giant flame in the shape of a dragon.

“You’re not going to submit, are you?”

“Never!”

“Well, I’ll just give you a reason too.” Rosalind’s eyes glowed once again and before Y/N or Bloom could say or do anything, Sky gasped loudly as he held his throat with his hand.

Y/N turned to his boyfriend in concern. “Sky? Blue Eyes?”

Sky wheezed as he fell to the floor as Y/N gasped in shock. “What are you doing to him?!”

“Rosalind, you’re hurting my son!” King Erendor said.

“Relax, Erendor. Y/N’s not going to let anybody hurt his boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend! Sky?”

“Yup. You’re son’s in love with a changeling,” Rosalind said.

Y/N fell to his knees as he held Sky’s body close to his own. He couldn’t breathe. Rosalind was choking the life out of him. He turned to Rosalind and the others, his eyes glowing a dangerous bright blue as the air around him was cold enough to see his breath. “You hurt him and I’ll kill you!! I swear to God!”

“Go on then, Y/N. Do it,” Queen Luna taunted.

“Try it, Y/N and see who's faster; your Ice Serpent or my will,” Rosalind said.

“She's faster, Y/N," said King Erendor. “I’ve seen her in action. You won’t win.”

“Stop this, Rosalind. Before I freeze this school and everyone in it!” It wasn’t just a threat. It was a warning. Slowly, Y/N felt his powers slipping from his control. Like they had when he first came to Alfea, or that night he had activated them. A patch of ice started to form all around them as it grew and expanded towards the woods and towards the school.

Bloom looked at how her brother’s magic was slowly spiraling out of control. She had to do something. She had to help him. She sent her fire dragon at Rosalind and for a moment; Bloom thought it would hit its target. Instead, the older woman held up a hand as a shield encased her and her colleagues as the attack slammed into it, but never broke through it.

Once the fire had disappeared, Rosalind smiled widely. “Kudos for an impressive attack, Bloom, but you and Y/N aren’t powerful enough to stop me. It’s in yours and your friends best interest to give up.”

“Why should we believe you?” Bloom asked.

“Because you both trusted me before,” Rosalind said. “Plus if you don’t you can say goodbye to Sky and the others.”

Bloom found herself locked by indecision. There was no telling how much damage Rosalind and Luna would inflict on her friends. Nor could Bloom anticipate what Rosalind would do if they were to give up. She locked eyes with Y/N, and already knew the decision he would make. If it meant saving Sky. Saving the others, he would submit to Rosalind’s wishes. No matter how awful.

“Alright, let them go. We’ll do as you say,” Y/N called off his magic as his wings and ice disappeared. Bloom called back her wings as well as her eyes returned to normal.

“There. That’s better.” Rosalind’s eyes glowed as she released her hold on all of Y/N and Bloom’s friends. They gasped with relief as they fell to the floor, minus Sam, who was already on the floor. Sky coughed hard as Y/N cradled him in his arms, a few tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

“You can stop now, Luna,” said Rosalind. “I think they’ve learned their lesson.”

Queen Luna frowned. “Speak for yourself, Rosa. My daughter still needs to be disciplined.”

“Still harsh will corporal punishment huh, Luna?” King Erendor said.

“You know as well as I that some lessons have to be taught the hard way,” Queen Luna said, letting Stella go of her magical hold.

“That’s true.” The king of Eraklyon turned to his fallen son. “The same will go for Sky as well. I have much to catch up on with him.”

“I’m sure Beatrix will be thrilled about a family reunion,” Rosalind said.

“What are you talking about?” Sky asked as he rose unsteady to his feet.

“Beatrix is your sister. Your half sister.”

“What?!” Sky asked.

“That’s only the beginning of changes I have planned for this school and for you my dear, Y/N. Bloom.”

“What plans?” Bloom asked her.

“The Burned Ones are nothing compared to the threat that’s coming here. Coming to destroy the Otherworld,” Rosalind said.

“Why should we believe anything that you say?” Y/N asked her.

“Because, believe it or not, I am not your enemy; I merely want to help you and Bloom realize your full potential and fulfill your destiny."

“I already know my destiny, and it doesn’t include you,” Y/N said.

Rosalind smiled. “Well, that’s a shame. Because whatever’s coming here, you’re going to need my help if you want to protect Sky. Because that’s what you want more than anything, right?”

Y/N frowned. Rosalind knew how to push his buttons. How to get him to cooperate. He didn’t want to be under Rosalind’s rule, but if there was something out there truly more dangerous than the Burned Ones, then Y/N would do whatever it takes to keep those he loves safe. Even if it means working with this evil bitch.

The Ice Fairy sighed. He grabbed Sky’s hand in comfort as he asked: “So… this plan of yours. What is it?”

Rosalind smiled once again. “I’m glad you asked.”

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random fluff w/ itto please!! i adore how you write him :D

The Sun (protection), The Emperor (support), The Chariot (accomplishments) :: itto x gn reader | destined fate 

warning: sfw, fluff (appearances: arataki itto gang members, traveler, paimon)

You’d never been to a wedding before, or one you remembered anyway. There was a time when you were dressed up to go to a party but it wasn’t fun so you blocked out most of it. However, as you stood here, memories surfaced, floated in your mind as you walked into the venue. So, perhaps the statement wasn’t ‘I’ve never been to a wedding,’ and instead was ‘I’ve never been to one I cared about.’ 

To be honest, you didn’t really know much about the couple, but the festivities were hard to pass up and your company wouldn’t have taken no for an answer if you tried. 

“Oh maaaan, look at all this food!” Itto drooled as he eyed the piles of food littering table after table. You’d never seen so much decadence before. Wealthy people really know how to put on an event, you mused as you walked past a tray of delicious looking food. The smell was intoxicating but you fought against your desires, for now at least. 

“Itto, focus please.” You begged, anxiously tapping his arm while you looked for familiar faces. The gang said they’d all be here but no one was sticking out of the crowd. At least you knew you’d find Itto easy enough. If it weren’t he large, red horns or white hair, it was his height that make him stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention he was still hardly wearing clothes, even after all your begging. 

“y/n, this is so unfair. I can’t just let this go to waste. AH! What if someone knocks into the table and it all ... falls to the floor.” He looked pitiful as his imagination crafted his worst fear. Poor puppy dog eyes gazing at you while you tried to figure out if it was appropriate or not to eat.

“Just a little.” You whispered.

Itto took your approval with great pride as he picked up a leg of meat and began chewing it eagerly. It was almost impressive how fast he ate but you didn’t bat an eye at the skeptical. Instead, you searched the crowd again until you found a friendly face. 

“Paimon!” You waved, relief spreading through you at the floating girl hovering above the crowd. Her face lit up and you made your way toward her while she pulled on her companions hair. “I didn’t expect to see you all here.” 

“We couldn’t miss out on the festivities!” 

“Paimon wouldn’t stop talking about the food.” The traveler corrected, a smug smile on their face. 

“Hey!” She stomped her foot in the air, fists hitting her hips as she puffed out her cheeks and gave her friend a stern look. 

“It’s alight, I have one of those too.” You pointed behind you at the lumbering oni who had scared most of the other patrons away while he chowed down. You sighed but didn’t try to stop him. 

“Oh, Itto’s here too!” Paimon beamed but you wondered if it was because of the Arataki gang leader or if it was the food he stood by. “It would be -- ahem -- rude not to say hello.” 

The traveler rolled their eyes and shook their head, “Go on.” They said and Paimon eagerly floated over to the table, hands clapping in delight. 

--

The four of you spent some time together. Your odd pairing a sight to see, but what soon was a simple ‘drawing of attentions,’ had turned into a ‘turning heads’ sort of affair when the other members of the Arataki gang showed up. It was far livelier than you had expected. After a while you began to feel a overwhelmed at the groups energy. So, quickly, you made your way free of them. 

You disappeared without any fuss and made your way to a small overlook. The decorations stretched all the way out here as every wooden beam was covered with lovely flowers. The best part about it though was its emptiness, its quietness, both were just what you needed. As you let out a sigh, you looked out across the sea of people. The wedding party was making their way through the crowd, hands waving to those who shouted congratulations to them, smiles bright and full of joy. You wondered what it was like to be that happy, to know you found your forever person. 

If that time would come for you - it would only be a dream. 

“Aha, found you.” Itto practically jumped in your field of view. For someone so large he managed to sneak up on you frequently. Perhaps he did it on purpose or maybe you were always so lost in your fantasies you blocked out the world. 

“Hello.” You giggled, arms crossed as you turned to face him. He was leaning toward you, lumbering hands resting on his knees to support his weight. Itto was always so bright, so lively, you wondered how he accomplished it all. 

“Why’d you run off, the party’s still rockin’.” 

“I needed a breather.” You explained, feeling a bit embarrassed. This was one other reason you didn’t go to parties much, they wore you out. 

“Well if this ain’t the best place to do that. It smells like candy over here.” He explained with a deep breath, chest expanding as he stood to his full height.

Itto always brought a peace to you no matter what he did. Perhaps it was because he promised to protect you, Celestia knows he could. Or maybe it was because he always knew how to make you smile, how to remind you of the good around everything. He was a ray of sunshine in a world full of clouds. 

“Are you having fun?” You asked, eyes watching his every movement. 

“Of course! But it’s not over yet!” 

“Um, yeah. What do you me-ah!” Itto pulled you to him and suddenly started to dance. His legs moved but you felt like he was dragging you more than leading you. With steps as large as fence posts you had to leap in order to keep up. “Itto!” You yelled but pulled your volume back in when strangers turned your way. “Sl-slow dooooown.” He pulled you closer and spun you around. The force knocked your thoughts from your head while you desperately tried to hold on to the straps of his clothes. 

“Open your eyes!” He shouted and you did only to find yourself directly below the pergolas decorated in rich, delicate flowers. You were transfixed, stunned, and felt lighter than you had all evening. The world below you faded away and above you was a heavenly display. 

As you reached your hand toward the flowers, Itto slowed until you could feel the petals grace your fingertips with their silk. The feeling grounded you, Itto held you. It was perfect. 

“Now you’re having fun.” Itto grinned, a laugh slipping between his teeth when you looked at him. Suddenly, he snapped his neck to the side and while you found the ground rather quickly, he made sure you were steady before letting you go. “Don’t move!” 

“O-okay.” You replied as he dashed away from the patio. Your focus drifted back to the flowers above you and you regretfully you didn’t take a flower as a keepsake.

There was a loud cry, a cacophony of voices riled up and spreading across the crowd. Confused, you made your way toward it until you saw a bumbling oni pushing through with something in his hand. He held it high and yelled something incomprehensible to the reaching hands who tried to touch his prize. 

“Itto?” 

“Haha! Sorry, I had to get it. Couldn’t let someone else take it now could I?” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked with a nervous chuckle, peering behind his broad chest to see what he hid from you. 

You jumped when he shoved a bouquet of flowers in your face. They were stunning, perfectly arranged - except for the small damage they took on their way to you. You had a feeling these held a different meaning than the other bouquets resting on the tables based on the way the party goers reacted. How their eyes shifted between defeated and proud, how the Traveler and Paimon pulled at each other as they watched you, and how the gang started crying, or worse, fainting at it all. 

“A-are these for me?” You asked, confused, but took the flowers in your hand.

“Of course, who else would they go too?” He seemed embarrassed but you didn’t know why.  “So um, my um -- pal -- no.” Itto twisted toward the group and you saw them wave him on. “Will you ... accept these ... from me?” He thrust his thumb as his chest and waited for your reply. 

“Yes, of course I will. How could I say no?” 

Itto was in shock but his astonishment shifted into pure joy and though you didn’t fully understand his meaning, you felt like had an idea as soon as he lifted you in the air and shouted, “YOU SAID YES!” 

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